~Here comes the rage again

I can feel it creeping up on me. It's just "that time of year".

I'm nasty. If I'm not saying something to a person, it's because I'm using every last bit of my strength to "control my tongue". I spit fire, if I don't. I hate the world, and every last mother fucker on the damn planet.

I don't care what the fuck it is that my brain is doing when I get like this. All I know is what I feel, and what I feel, is HATE.