There is a sense of power in finally letting out stewed anger and hate for so long. It’s a double edged sword really, in manifesting that anger.
It’s a difficult thing to let go of, and I still struggle with going into a hate filled spiral, but in terms of making my life better, having coping strategies, or manifesting anger and resentment into productive action, and especially productive action has seemed to work so far in reducing it.
If all else fails, pumping iron surely helps a fuck ton heh.
YouTube, I am fully aware that it’s Black History Month and I personally support it, but you didn’t have to plaster the front page of it with a notice about it, it was annoying.
@Zincy
I can’t quite remember, but I’m guessing it was either a mistake or I tried to commit suicide. I remember feeling quite sad the day prior, so I’m going to guess the latter.
I fucking hate these type of dog owners that purposely tie their dog in broad daylight so that they would bark their guts out all day to keep the children playing near their yard, it’s killing the concept of my comfortable sleep.
I feel like I just got splattered my fresh dog crap from a Ferrari running it over at one hundred miles per hour, then proceeded to faint in the hot sun so when I awaken, the dog crap hardens. That’s how I feel.
@KolpSlack
I sat down to go crap and got attacked by a squadron of tiny black gnats in my face. My only defense was to blow smoke at them, and eighty ounces of malt liquor is all that will fix this cerebral hemorrhage.