9.18.2009

destructive

I am sick and tired of this. Again and again and again. I want to...

Swear at the top of my lungs.
Drive into a wall.
Throw glass plates on the floor.
Say all the dark things in my head.
Kick a window.
Rip.
Smash a mirror.
Pierce where it hurts.

Curl up.
Cry.

Feels a lot like 2 1/2 years ago.