Wargames

Anger garnished with frustration swept through me like a flash fire on a forest filled with dry twigs. Though used to this frustration i long for a release. A venting of pent up anger that would give my agression more space to move around.

Im not your stereotypical guy, that whenever angered would go out on a warpath and lash out on the first likely target. I've lived all my life controlling emotions. This search for control continually eats up into my reservoir of patience.

One day, this day could come anytime now, I'll go out, and be like a typical guy, and destroy anything that comes along my way. Well its saturday now, It will be Sunday tomorrow. It will be medication time once again...