Testo: Funeral. Ruled By None. Therapy.

Fuck you. I get so frustrated trying to understand how this world continually tramples and trods all over itself, beaten like a dead horse. Because I'll never catch up to all the bullshit, I'll never stop being angry. I feel like I can't keep up. And it drives me up the fucking wall because I know that we're all headed for the big fall. So fuck you. When a giant earthquake comes to swallow us all whole, wipe out this entire fucking race, and have something smarter take our place. So fuck you. You're wrong. You'll be left praying with your face smashed to the ground