Walking through the snow, kicking at the still falling flakes. These are how I have come to spend my days, taking out my anger on the most innocent of things. What else can I do though, what other option is there, other than kicking inatimate objects. And if you really think about it, it's always fun to kick things that can't kick you back. The fun is in the success, knowing that you have destroyed something that would never have caused you harm. And yes, I realize just how twisted that really is, but I can't seem to help myself as of late. In time it will most likely get better, until then I shall kick at will.
There seem to be so many reasons for this anger. So many little everyday things that threaten to push me over the edge. One word is said and I have an uncontrolable urge to yell. To scream until my lungs hold no air, though that my be irrational, it would feel amazing. I have never yelled at another classmate, never raised my voice or a hand. I am quite, angry, but quiet. Maybe a little too quiet. Keeping all of this bottled up probably isn't the best idea, one day it will probably be too much. Soon.
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