On the edge.

I'm a little on edge today. Maybe I'm just in that kind of mood today, or maybe the combination of a lot of things has finally gotten to me, I'm not sure. But either way I'm about to fucking lose it. Damn it, I fucking hate this shit. Now is the time when I think over the very short mental list of people that have ever truly pissed me off and remind myself that violence never solved anything. But god damn there's a few people that need the hell beaten out of them right now. I swear if I saw those people right now I don't think I could resist the urge to kick the living shit out of them. I don't get like this often, and I know myself too well to think I'd ever actually do it, but god damn it would feel good to make them bleed. Like I said, I honestly don't know why I'm like this today, but rest assured I know I wouldn't actually do anything like that. Just dreaming of burning a certain someone's house down with them still inside. God damn it. I hate feeling like this. I just have a lot of fucking unresolved issues, and I'm probably having an episode, and certain people just need to fucking die. Fuck it all. It's probably a good thing that I know I could never go through with any of the horrifying things I can imagine doing to relieve the pain. I'm just imagining a specific person with a rather large knife embedded in his eye socket while I drive my heel into his throat. I am so fucked up...