Fucking hell, I can get really angry. As I mentioned before in 'profound yet dumb', I am both ends of the spectrum. I am very calm, patient and soft-spoken a lot of the time, but when some incident intrudes with my inner-vison-of-things I get angry and I break things and I get FRUSTRATED.
My mother always interrupts the pinnacles of my life. Yesterday she spoiled my enjoyment of the movie Psycho right in the middle of the infamous shower scene. She came into the house as I was watching it in maximum volume on the big TV. So this made me frustrated and caused me to scream and rant. It's just like the moment when I reached the pivotal moment of my life in November 2007; it's all her fault that my creativity has gone sterile and why I spent 3 months in a psychiatric hospital (although the latter occurence I don't at all see as a bad thing). Aghrrr.
Another frustrating thing is that I lost a large chunk of my film studies which I had to re-write. I'm also frustrated as I haven't had enough time to read with all the fucking college work. im also frustrated as all the people in my college are boring fucking cunts im so fucking angry that im tired of writing properly and im regressing and im bashing out this crap and im losing my sense of grammar... fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it
I put up some of my poems on my website: http://www.freewebs.com/simonking/poetry.htm