I've got this anger, this beat beat beating in my chest that screams to be let out with all the fury of a thousand hurricanes, a hundred volcanos, the largest tsunami to ever hit the shores of some poor, fucked up, third-world country and it's all I can do to not unleash my rage upon the poor souls I surround myself with.
I baked cookies today. I make three batches, and with each one that went into the oven and came out delicious and chocolatey, I felt a little better. Then I saw the pile of dishes in the sink, sighed, and did... laundry.
The internet offers no escape today. Nothing beyond the flashing advertisements and scrollings texts telling me that I was the 1,000,000th person to log onto that site compelled me to waste more of my life filling out useless surveys and blogging (i.e. bitching) to whoever has the time to read what I write. Which is why I'm here.
I don't care anymore.
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