Rage

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This anger has been eating me up for months. FOR MONTHS!!! Ages. FOR A YEAR!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I need to scream. And rip. And yell. And tear. ANd destroy. and yell and yell and yell and scream and shout and tear till i cant breathe and have destroyed EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD AND AROUND ME. I WANT TO RIP OUT THE WORLD. I WANT TO SCREAM OUT EVERY WORD I KNOW. I want to tear out the keys I'm typing with and hold them in my hands and slowly and furiously and with a burning, flaming rage watch as i hold them in my fingers and crush them and watch them turn into chunks and then into powder and slowly collapse t the floor.
it's fire. It's blinding me. It's making me mad. It's mking me furious. I'm filled with rage.
I want to break. And smash. And crush. And burn. And tear.

This anger. has. been. earting. me. up. for. a year.
FOR. A. YEAR!!!
I. need. to. let. it. out.
I want to rip into the chest of the person who caused it. And tear out his being. And hold it in my hand. And squeeze it. And make it stop.
And I want to hug and cry with the cause of the rage.
I want to hug the cause. And love it.
And I hate it.
And my love for the cause makes me hate it even more.
it's confusing, isn't it?
Love.
Or the illusion we create that we feel is love.
It's a strong illusion that we create. Strong enough that sometimes, it destroys us.