And Out Come The Wolves

Yeah, it's a great release from Rancid, but it's also how I feel.

So many people have opinions on how I should live my life that it is starting to piss me off just a tiny little bit. All this advice (most not given to me) has ended up pissing me off. So to all you people who thought you were trying to help, thank you. You've made a bad situation worse.

My bitterness runs deep. My hatred for this human race knows little in the way of borders. My good friends know who they are. My friends whom I thought were good, may be too self-absorbed to know who they are. Either way, I'm about to wash my hands to all of this.

To all you people who have had your little opinions about my personal life. Try this: If I don't ask your opinion, advice or for your help, don't offer it. Keep your mouth shut, your eyes straight ahead, and your feelings locked in that tiny thing you call a brain. You aren't helping. You're hurting. I know you mean well, but you don't have the skills to pull this off.

Yeah, I sound angry. Makes me feel alive. I want to wrap that chain around my hand and just start hitting. I no longer want to feel the pain. I want to inflict it. I am nothing but a fist looking for a face to hit. Just give me one more reason. Trust me, you won't like feeling the way I do.