More and more I look around and try to find happiness in the people and things around me. Every day I grow a little bit more disappointed and bitter and hateful. I tried for quite some time now to realign my head to see things in the positive light, I can't wait for Thursday. Maybe when my knuckles are bloody and raw I might start to find some release.

I have a small circle of people that bring some light to me, when they do it shines bright. Still at the end of it all I still wake angry and find it hard to move. Pathetic fucking napolean complex.