Think you're Hulk, the superhero. Think you woke up (as Hulk) and hit your toe on the bed. Think your newspaper got all wet from the rain outside, your coffee tastes like rat pee and your lunch were stale crackers.
Take your mood after all that, and multiply by a hundred, you will have me right now.
Shit happens, of course, but i'm the kind of guy which doesnt give a crap if someone else did it. I mean, screw them, whether they die or not ain't my problem, they fucked up, they pay the consequences. But when i'm the one who screws up, everything twists upside-down, left becomes right, red becomes blue and i drown in thoughts of "why's" and "because's", trying to find an answer to why i did it, why am i such an idiot sometimes, and why do i want to kill everyone in sight, just for the fun of it.
Right now, i don't have any insights on what is happening inside me. Not that i care. Lies, i do, i guess.
Welcome to my twisted world of my inhumanity.
