WTF

Holy shit I have so much anger built up inside of me I breathe fire I exhale fire I speak fire I eat fire I drink fire I AM FRIGGIN ON FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I'm broken. I'm gone. It's gone. You really should stop friggin trying. Nothing's going to come out of it. I don't care anymore. I don't care how much you have. You're standing outside a broken phone booth with money in your hand.

I haven't seen myself smile for days now. There's a shade of grey hanging over my face now. It's only the second or third goddamn day, now. Give me a few more days and you'll see that shade of grey turn black from internal burning.

Currently listening to: Primitive Radio Gods - Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in my Hand