Trickster. Tricksterfuck.

Pure rage. Anger, controlled. If I start screaming I will never stop. It matters, it all matters, it doesn’t matter at all if I can’t feel this feeling all the way. She gives and she takes? How can I be mad at her? She had no right. But she is great. I’m fighting with myself and so the anger turns into something destructive dark and very old. And him, with the constant misinterpretations and not asking and assuming and lying and lying and twisting and turning and acting from fear, of fear and I laugh until my head comes of and they are drawn to here this is what they feed of so they try to come in and they try to take me the fingers and the voices touching my mind and then the icy wind in my hands wakes up and so I wake up and release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me release me