i am plagued with the same anger that possesses my father i fear

If my eyes turn red… I’M HIGH.

Overpower any incoming shit

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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: Like a Friend

In Broad DaylightI take my rage to the river. A heron flies into the wind.I let myself be opened by the great gray wingsand the great gray skyand the great gray largeness of water,not to rid myself of rage,but to become a clearer channelso I can meet the chest-scouring, scab-clawing, cell-screaming, throat-burning fury of rage and remind my heart I canknow all this rage, can beferal with rage,…

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: Like a Friend

I’m starting to loathe you bitches. I honestly don’t care what I do at the time being. It all doesn’t matter in the end. Maybe that’s a lie.

A poem by me.

Wake up at 2am

Dipshit assholes revving engines of car

For 5 minutes straight

Directly outside

Dazed and angry

I think of bad words

To hurl out of the nearby window

I walk over to it

See police car approaching

I stay my words

The flashing lights start

And the noise stops

Not tonight

“I hate you.” - by Solren. (TW: SELF-DEPRECATION. NEGATIVE CONTENT.)

I hate you. I always will. Every time I come across anything that reminds me of you, I can’t help but bristle in anger. The way you speak, the way you move, the way you look, the small habits that cling to every corner of your life—they make my damn skin crawl.

Sometimes I would catch myself smiling at the memory of you, softening for a fleeting second, and then that familiar irritation returns. Much stronger than before. You never know how much I’ve despised you, how often I’ve counted your flaws.

I talk about you to friends, to strangers, or even to myself. I narrate your failures, your selfishness, your carelessness… and I watch their eyes widen in shock or pity, thinking I speak of someone else entirely.

I hate your pride, your arrogance, your mistakes. I hate the things you won’t change, at the ways you hurt, at the stubbornness that refuses to bend. I hate you because I can’t fix you, can’t control you, can’t escape you… no matter how far I run.

And tonight, I stared at the reflection in the mirror, angry and tired, and realized… every word I’ve spoken, every frustration I’ve carried, every ounce of hatred I’ve felt… It had always been me.

I hate you. I always will.

my anger is spreadinggggg raggghhhh

to care

I want to smash my head into the wall

I want to shatter the mirror I stare at 

I want to show up to your house 

And scream my heart out 

Hit your head with something heavy and pink

Instead

I will wash my face and moisturize it

I will bathe myself with boiling water, purify every inch 

I’ll rub off all my layers,

Every part of me you ever touched 

And i will scrub you out of muscle memory 

I will put lotion on my skin and 

I will brush my hair gently

I will wear that sweater and keep myself warm 

I will paint my lips and smile bright

It’ll hide the stains of your left over kisses

And then maybe

Maybe I will forget how bad it stings 

I will face all of my despair 

And I will not succumb to it

I will take all of my despair

And make something beautiful of it

Oscillating between the second and fourth stages of grief

Anger: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Disgust: (crouches down)

Fear: (kneels down)

Joy: (sits on the floor)

Anger:

Anger: I hate all of you.

Read the description! NOW!

Sign the Petition

Everything is fine.

I say something emphatically,

So that means it’s not to be taken seriously?

Yeah I should stop speaking so emphatically right? 👎🖕

I open a dating app, start swiping, and within seconds I flood with anger covering guilt and sadness and fear.

I have no idea what that person wants.

I have no idea how to integrate that person into my life.

I don’t want to expend the effort to get to know this other person or to be known by them.

I look like a dweeb.

They look like a dweeb.

I resent my own desire for human contact and my belief that this is a natural and proper way to satisfy that desire.

The sadness of two people floundering in a wasteland for human connection crushes me.

LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC: BOOK 10- THE RENEGADE IMMORTAL - SECTION 16

LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC: BOOK 10- THE RENEGADE IMMORTAL – SECTION 16

 “Once Zakhertan Yozdek had ascended the throne, the ensuing years had been the unparalleled goriest eon (era, age) in history.” Hugen resumed his narrative (chronicle) after guzzling some more wine.  When he held out the jug for Uyuk to partake some, the latter, however, had declined, saying he had far too much already, that he…

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