Grinding on and on ...

May I die before I explode. There is great violence in me. I have no idea what to do with it. I am a bent, broken, twisted hulk of wreckage, come bounding down the road toward innocent bystanders. I understand the man who kills in anger. I understand the man who commits violent suicide in public.

It's the right way to say FUCK YOU ALL to the whole world. And there is nothing else to do.

I know these things are completely wrong and utterly immoral, but I understand the rage. It does not let go. It swallows me whole. It just keeps demanding more, taking more, leaving me dry and shattered.

I just want not to exist. Just to be gone. I know this is wrong, but it is the only thing I want.