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I could either detonate something right now or combust into flames.

 God fucking damnit.

To hell with everything insipid! I'll fucking wrack my head against a wall if it promises excitement. 

This irrational urge to break every pristine glass in my house that I work so hard to keep crystal like. To smash each mirror that I painstakingly scrub to immaculate shine, to burn these floors, to heap everything in one gargantuan mountain and then set fire to it.

Fuck, I wouldn't mind a bloody nervous breakdown right about now..I'd fucking welcome it with open arms.

I'd hit delete and delete everything if I could. Delete delete delete. I hate this balmy air, this cool humidity, these bromidic everyday hours. I hate the never changing pace of time and the fact that I know what I'm going to be doing each day. 

For once I don't want to know anything. Jolt me awake, gimme an electric shock, sink my teeth in something unknown..or just fucking get this over with. 

I want to say fuck you to everything and everyone. This ain't frustration, it's fucking hate. God fucking damnit.