I am so angry. I am so. f******. angry.
I don’t think you understand how angry I am.
Or that I am angry at everything
I could punch out this motherfucking spoon sitting on the table just f****** staring at me like a smug little b**** all like ‘u gonna wash me or not m***********’
I could smash every single dish in the house over my fat lazy brother’s head and then push him down a flight of stairs into a pile of broken glass
I could reach right through the f****** internet and collectively b**** slap every single f****** pretentious know-it-all-because-i-read-an-article-online c*** faced s*** heads
I am so angry I could cut my fingers off.
God f****** damn it, I need anger management.