Another page of solid rage and I'll be back to my normal self, or so they say.
I just wrote the meanest, here's what the truth is, and here's how I feel about it and right now you can go fuck yourself and die letter unless you ever get your head out of your ass, then maybe you can go fuck yourself and die still. (Yes I know that was improper syntax, so back the fuck off). It really wasn't really nice. It might be worth while to print it up and hang it by the area where my heavy bag is going to go. A little extra motivation so to speak. I'm so close to taking the gas throwing it over the bridge and tossing a match on it. I'm not quite sure what stops me. Now it's time to cry I think.