Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Elfin lafin(e)

Anger.

The kind that boils, twists inside you until you're left with a coldness that refuses warmth.

Unhappiness.

The kind that leaves you thinking of nothing in particular, except a faint feeling of emptiness which is quickly taken over by a wave of frustration at it's meaninglessness.

Reaction.

The kind that makes you want to punish and hurt until they scream. Except whose punishment, whose hurt.

Anger.

It always returns. Washing over like a wave, relentless, unhappy, stifling.

Strange!

I never realised. I like talking to my books. Especially during exams. *glee...*

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Men.

Irritating sonavabitches.