angry thoughts

Have you ever had the desire to just fucking wail on something? Right now my neck is sore, my shoulder is killing me, my head is pounding, my left leg aches and all I want to do is hit a wall. Literally walk up to a cement fucking wall and start hitting it until I break something. Hopefully the wall, probably my hand.

I'm tired, I'm frustrated, I'm sore and I'm angry and of all those, the worst one is the one I know how to fix the least. Once again we wander through the doldrums and hope to cross the sea a better person than when we left.

I don't know where I'm going, I've forgotten when I've been and I need to grasp onto something, but nothing's there. It's grabbing for a safety rope and finding only air. I'm getting a glass of scotch. Out.