today I let some of my anger at you out.

and shit.

there's a lot of it.

and there's nowhere to send it.

it's backed up and stuck. it's huge.

i didn't think there was room for this much rage in me.

you did a fantastically shit thing to me, and you don't deserve this rage.

but if you don't deserve it, why is it all for you?

i hope we never meet again.

i don't want to be responsible for your pain.