I done terrible things recently. I called all my loves hurtful names. Ugly names.
I did these things and am stunned by them now. But I cannot take them back. They are my badges of note.
I did all this on my own volition.
-the irony is that I hate no one nor nothing.
-the irony is I lash out on my loved ones for it.
I feel the infusion of strong emotions coursing through my veins faster than I can process it. Anger is all I feel. Explosive anger building inside of me. Tensed and ready to burst from its restraints, total abandon in my expressions of it,my existential being.
looking at the truth is raw, crippling.
It's about accounting, looking back.