Give me something to break!!!
Matt where is your psycho poem when I need it? Huh,? Where? Where? Where?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Breaking stuff wont work so well right now but that's okay.

Too much bull around me and It is getting me so frustrated.


Breathe, frustration, rambles of mass mayhem inside. Quiet danger signs cover the outside of my face.
what do I do? I call Marisol. Her voice relaxed me, for some reason. I vented and I vented good and she was there for me. It has been a long ass time since the last time I had anyone to call upon at any time of day to vent. For consolation. I felt so blessed at that moment, which is a difficult thing being that I don't believe in anything holy. I did feel awesome.

Now I am still upset, but it's one of those things that can't just go away in a matter of short moments. It might even be a combination of threats. Just stuff coming at me from every angle. I don't mind though, I can play dodge ball with the best of them. Well the truth is that I sucked at it before, but who gives two fuck anyway?

I don't know at times.

Right now feels like Enough...