Sometimes I feel like spliting someone’s face in half or just smashed to the ground. Not that I ever would — or could — but still there’s this anger that comes from perceiving such wrongfulness in people’s intentions or doings and there’s not much to do about it, no one to share it with.
And I can’t concentrate because I worry about the ones I love and can’t just read a book and distract me from that stupid-fuck-misogynyst-crap I have to sense from fellow men and I can’t edit my texts or whatever and I can’t just talk shit through.
So I hit the gym.
Or swallow it down in alcohol which always seems to be the only way to do the whole distract-myself-trick.
Why do good people put up with said shallow egoistic arses?