There is this horrible demon inside of me that is clawing my insides raw trying to force it's way out. It wants to take things out on people that just happen to cross my path, or say the wrong thing and it makes me so sick inside that I know this and can't control it. It always seems to win over my will no matter how much I swallow the lump of rage and in the end I hurt/maime/depress/hurt more the people I care about. If I have to analize this I find that it's a pretty common human trait, but I don't think that offers me comfort.
The worst part about it is, is that this barely contained fury is almost always the result of being hurt or utterly dissapointed.
Why do I still hope?