Releasing the beast within.

I hate people.

I find them incredibly insensitive, nonchalant, opportunistic, and ungrateful.

There is an anger raging within me that feels like a burning dragon.

I hate the world, too, very much so.

I am staring at a mental pile of human beings who have taken advantage of me or simply dropped out of conversations without a single response.

I am thinking about all the followers on social media who simply use me without ever giving back, really.

It’s bad, it feels really shitty and restless and crude.

But I am sharing it with you because I don’t worry too much about it.

It feels real, the negativity and the resistance, but it’s just an event.

It doesn’t say anything about Me, although it most certainly touches a rather twisted dark, psychological cluster.

So I shout at my cats.

I scream at the Wi-Fi things on the wall that are supposed to provide me with high-speed internet but stopped working.

I smash down my iPad and hit a door with my fist and it feels like I am taken over by an evil spirit.

But not really.