Why is it easier to cry for a movie, than my own story? Why is it so liberating to manifest the brunt of your fury, on an innocent and careless dickhead; Shreading your last tendon of grace keeping the world from a monster within. You let that undeserving motherfucker have the gusto of your fury! For shame of yourself in less than one minute.

My biggest lie is, "I forget". I say it to seem normal.