Like I'm any of your ******* business.
You act like you care
but if you did,
then you'd DO something.
I'd do something,
if I cared.

Anger is this funny thing.
It degrades you
unleashes your monsters
destroys every semblance of you and leaves only a pit of utter nasty.

I'm like a ******* volcano of nasty, erupting with explosions like those that ensue
words like "we need to talk" and "it wasn't how you think it was",
cascading all my **** down my sides like a soda bottle recently put through the dryer,
throwing dust into the air until there's no difference between night and my hate-sky,
everything just turns
BLACK.