this aggression is beating at me like a great monstrosity living right under my skin. it's just crawling around underneath. fuck. if i can't write and i can't draw then i may as well just lop off my fucking hands. i think i'd be blissful if i could go a day without hearing or reading something that made me cringe because it was idiotic or unbearably trite. that, again, is something that has been making me want to pluck out my eyes and dash them against a giant wall of television sets. murder. bloody fucking murder.
americanidiot:
...clam down and go have sex with something...I'm reading your story