My routine got thrown off, I fucking hate it. I'm angry at all the barriers that keep popping up, the interfering little demons attempting to thwart me on my quest for happiness. Everytime I squash one of the little bastards another one pops up with an evil grin that makes me want to scream and choke the life out of it. Violent? Yup, that's how I feel right now, obsence amounts of angry towards anything that wants to get in my way. Who the fuck is sending them? The angry gods of anti-joy and goodness? What the everloving hell did I do to you? I've got attacks coming from all angles, trying to keep a vigilant watch but it's wearing me down. Seriously, I will find a way to vanquish the sadistic little minions back to whatever hell hole they crawled out of. Why do people think it's ok to fuck with my life? I don't try to control yours, what makes you think you have any right to muck around in mine, I didn't invite your meddling, that's for damn sur...