Saturday, July 30, 2011

Keep it

Keeping all that anger in; is giving me pains
It really fucking sucks that I cannot fucking just Yell at people. 
Sometimes at enemies those are the ones that really need me to tell them. 
Hey Mongrel you pissed me off. Instead I keep holding it in like I'm going to get a medal for being the less augmentative person/female on fucking planet earth. Truth is I can’t. Don't even know where to begin. I know i have a lot of hatred for people that have done me wrong--- but I can’t push that. I can’t voice my thoughts. Even in Love I can’t express that either I tend to be more physical. Even the slightest topic I choke. The way my life is right now I should be pulling a Naomi Campbell and throwing phones with my case without remorse-- but I can’t. These constant feelings of guilt and consequences haunt me ...The Statement "Every action has a positive and negative reaction" Sir Isaac Newton....riddles me.
However I growing so tired of this ....cause in order to avoid conversation ---I have to avoid people-- and that just makes it all the worst on a person like me. Its eating at me.... gnawing at my sides.. It’s really painful---not like made up pain physical burning in my lower lateral flank region. Lets get scientific. It crawls up my back like a dagger stabbing me. I try my damnedest not to fuck with people. Like when I'm with a man --I don't cheat. When I'm friends with a girl I don't sleep with her man or do any of that f'ed up shit people take liberties in doing but I am truly get Karma for shit I fucking did not do. Reason for the word Karma is ever a since i was young enough to remember I had what they call insta- Karma. If I stole something it was stolen back and to the extreme. Like candy from a younger sibling or a pencil or yes money from a piggy bank.
Trust me I got mine and then some. I really do avoid fucking with people because of this almost immediate sense of balance of action the word takes. All I can think is I'm actually feeling the stress killing me-- the anger its killing me. I'm literally falling to pieces and no even gives a fuck because NO ONE knows i'm angry. FUCK.
I've been giving people these subtle clues that I may be at my wits end but no one understands that i'm fucking serious. I'm not competing for happiness or anything.... I just want peace. No more pains.