Bloody Knuckles.

Yeah. Mine are a little bloody and I found out, that’s the way it’s going to be.
And it doesn’t hurt, only because I know I did it. i punched them into oblivion. And it was actually helpful. I was havin’ a really good day. I mean, yesterday pretty much made my week. I mean, me and Robbie had our ups and downs after we broke up, but their was no bitterness or hatred. We broke up because I had a job at camp and wouldn’t see him over the summer. Well now we’re hanging out and I love it! Anyways, I am LIVID tonight. And I’ll admit that when I’m angry I do irrational things. But when I’m as enraged as I am now, things can get out of hand. And usually I would feel bad afterward, but why should I? None of you can understand how angry I feel. It’s like I was stabbed in the heart and then, when I tried to find closure and healing, I was stabbed again, but this time no tears were shed. I’m stabbing back. And you know what I’ve figured out? Letting go of anger and letting people hurt you just gets you hurt more and gets you no respect, people walk on you. So why not harness all this and use it to my advantage? Yeah, I like the sound of that. I don’t need people to help me. After I punched out my anger tonight I walked over to Robbie’s and just hanging out with him made me calmer. Just something about being around him.. Whatever it is at least I’m not AS angry. Still a little though. Anyways. I do still have tests to take tomorrow. Dang. I’m flunking school too. I guess summer school won’t be that bad? And when I pass, I’ll scoot on up to Georgia and take care of all of this once and for all. Yeah.