Don't feel alone. It's a forest that all will visit in passing. Cherish the times your path crosses with another. Be comforted by all the people who etched their names in the trees. Leave your own before you depart, and when you inevitably find yourself there again you will remember that it's fleeting.
It's a task that I'm trying to do that's getting to me, rather than a place I am in mentally. Though mentally I am not that great, but it is separate to my frustration.
The witch which makes me twitch is he that doth bewitch as he pitches his riches from ditches with no glitches! He doth make me itch, the snitch!
Chilling with his bitches, as he pitches the glitches from the riches in the ditches, with the snitches, twitching from the itching?
I could hear rap music in my head as I read ahead the words you said... but let's not tread on the bread and shred the thread...
ARGH!!! Fuck the internet and those unpayable bastards who provide it!! I hate shit that I can not resolve, it drives me that bit more demented.
^^^If that's yours, it needs to be in a book of poetry. If it's not, I need to know who the poet is, please, so I can buy more of their work. My poetry knowledge is nil, so it could be a famous one for all I know.
Digital anger release doesn't feel as good as punching something. But my hand thanks me. Hmm. Guess that's it. Thanks for the thread, Poemnerdy.
Violence is heroin. Feels good when you do it, feels terrible when you come on it. And no matter how many times you act out, you'll never achieve the satisfaction you yearn for.
One of my roommates is eating food from my designated cupboard. So instead of confronting him, I'm going to place a sticky note right over the entrance to the box of breakfast granola bars he was taking from. Because I don't like conflict. And I think it will be scarier to imply that I know without saying how. Thank-you Machiavelli for teaching me valuable life lessons. Oh, and also: "Don't fight a battle if you don't gain anything by winning." - Erwin Rommel
Presuming they're green packs, put other colors, then the note should read, "don't eat the green ones, they're poisoned for rat-bait."
Idk man. When I was in elementary school I beat the shit out of 3 children. They were bullying my best friend because she was the odd one out. Very short and skinny, with golden hair and big, blue eyes. The cutest thing. I believe that the girls did that because the were jealous of her and the boy might have had a miscommunicated thing for her, but his bullying was by far the worst. I felt really good after that, but I was a kid. I'd turn into a cannibal when provoked. It was practical though. They never bullied her again. We could play happily during recess.
Revenge is useful. I'm plagued by thoughts of kidnapping and torturing my school bully in a remote shed, and I certainly think doing it would put rest to that chapter (not to consider the implications of doing such a thing, fear of getting caught, etc.). I find what I said to be true about pathological anger, though.
That's true. I've seen people lose their minds completely in anger. It shows in their eyes. It's madness. Most of hate crimes are not premeditated. They happen on the spur of the moment where all reason has left them. I'm not an attacker no matter how mad I might get with someone, but if somebody attacked me or a friend of mine, I'd fight in defence.