Not caring that much, turned into agressiveness

Want a piece of me?!?!

I’m probably just hormonal, but scrue it !

Today was just to much! It was the last drop (for now of course).. I’ve had it!

It was one ‘Well, ok fine by me’ to many, one ‘pulled up shouldders’to many, one to many of all of the carelessness’. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!!!

To much , just to much!

I walked home, alone. Somebody asked me today: “Hey girl, why are you always so cheery?! You’re never angry, or cranky.”
Little did she know I had been getting worked up more and more throughout the evening. “I’m just a happy person” I responded.

When I got outside I was alone and I could just let it out, my anger that was. I wanted to scream but I somehow couldn’t. I was angry, and I knew I really had no right to be, but god damn it I was angry…
I kept on walking thinking in words, harsh words inside my head, Inside I was screaming. An occasional fuck slipped out of my mouth every once in a few steps, and I kept making my hands into fists.

A guy was walking towards me. And secretly I wished that he would bother me so I’d have a good reason to really punch somebody, and punch them good. But he didn’t he, just passed me in the same steady and quick pace as I passed him.
I kept walking and I saw three guys coming closer, but I was still kind of rapped up in screaming f*ck on the inside, and I was kinda convinced that they would do the same as the guy who approached me earlier, just pass me. I kept F*cking on, as they came closer.
“Little girl, you shouldn’t be walking outside by yourself at night, a specially not a pretty little thing like you …”
I looked at them like I wanted to punch them right then and there, So I did the stupid thing and hissed at them. Luckily my legs kept on carrying me home, because they started walking ridiculously slow and they kept on turning around. And If I’d have listened to the angry part of my brain, I would have walked towards them and provoked them even more. I guess they figured, she’s not worth our time and trouble. I would have figured the same…But somewhere I really wished somebody would get in my face so I'd have a good reason to be mean and kick and punch their lights out...

So I wasn’t done with my own stupidness yet.. I really wanted to punch somebody, hell I still do. Even though I’m much calmer now, although the swollen vanes on my hands seam to disagree. I kept on walking home, still shouting f*ck still making my hands into fists , and still punching one hand into the other…I needed to vent, this feeling inside me had to go somewhere…It just had to…

So before I got in, a tear rolled over my cheek. Release…