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:: Saturday, May 10, 2003 ::

Crashing

My frustrations wail as I hear the news again and again.
Mistakes by others summoning emotions from deep within.
Pity.
Guilt.
Anger.
Remorse.
And after all this, I still want to throttle the bastard.

Drunken mistakes and vomit stained walls stain my skin with dread.
A film that seeps into my pores, guilt and regret suffocating me.

I want to rip at my flesh, tear something away to breathe,
I want to just release my anger at my friend's mistakes.
I want to fucking taking my computer and throw it out my window, to ram my fist into the wall, to break a bottle and stab someone with the shards, to take a pickaxe to my printer, to fucking ram my skull into the doorframe until I beat myself bloody.

But I don't. I exhale forcefully, anger and frustration riding on the carbon dioxide my lungs spew.
And images of toxins riding out the streams of vomit his stomach spewed.

But what can I do? Nothing right now.
Absolutely nothing. And my anger builds, and I sit down and write.
And this is all I can do for now.

:: Rick Kitagawa 4:52 PM [+] ::
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