I WANT TO FIGHT!!!!

RAWR!!!

All day i've just wanted to pick a fight... get into an arguement... arm wrestle... something.

Something aggressive and strenuous.

I don't quite get it, but it is definately messing with my head.

So i've been looking at the costs for Half Acre to have SOMEWHERE to go to do something.

I'm tossing it around because as a part time student (Free class) I get to only pay 52.50 a semester as opposed to 192.00 anually as staff.

Good deal... but I need to use it... REALLY need to use it... like 3 times a week...

5-6:30 I'm thinking.

I want a track to run I think... place to do pushups/situp/pullups... etc.

At the moment I just feel like biting someone!

What Was It All For?

I grabbed that vase and I threw it against the living room wall.
I kicked over the living room table...
I pushed my bookshelf over spilling all my favorite novels...
I felt myself yelling... at the world, at my life....
I felt tears in my eyes... felt her looking at me...

HOW DARE SHE!!!

...then I woke up...

I walked towards the living room... I reached for that vase...

...and I saw that it was already broken.

I sat down on the couch... asked myself... asked God... Why?!

I sighed...
got dressed...
picked up my books...
put the table back in it's proper place...

...but I didn't feel her looking at me...