I'm in Love With My Boss

When I was 18, my history teacher told me that holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting somebody else to die. Right now, I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. But when my body takes a break from feeling nothing, all I feel is anger. Anger at my life for the last six years. Anger towards the things that have transpired from you lately. And I don't want to be that angry kid again. The depth of how I went through it to a new level of key symbolism. It's jarring. Sometimes I don't know what's worse. When the poison and the filter of your bloodstream, the rot you forget, try it out. Or carrying away nothing.