I am in the most foul mood I've been in, in a very long time.
I just want to rip and tear things.
I want to destroy things.
I won't do any of that, short of doing something self-destructive.
And at that, only temporarily self-destructive.
The world doesn't "owe" me anything.
I let myself down.
I had been riding so high.
My big 'ol head like a balloon.
For days, weeks.
I knew this day was coming.
Just like a balloon, it popped.
And I have come crashing to earth.
The ground is hard.
Let's see how long it takes me to get up THIS time.