Fuck This

I am not the calm little center of the universe. I am not the warm and fuzzy source of sanity for everyone around me. I am angry. And I am tired of trying to confine my anger. I'm tired of letting it out sloly, constructively. I am tired of playing the flute every time I want to screw hard enough to scream. When I want to fuck, I just want to fuck. What is so wrong with wanting sex. What is wrong with being a guy and wanting to fuck.What is wrong with being a girl and wanting to fuck? What is it that makes having a vagina and wanting to use it so fucking incompatible. You have what I want, I have what you want. Cut the fucking games. Let's have a few drinks and take it back to my place and have ourselves a night that'll make my roommate want to claw off his own ears. I'm taking my dick back. I'm taking it out of the safe deposit box where the women in and out of my life have been keeping it. Fuck you all. It's mine, and I'm keeping it. Fuck being constructive. I want to be destructive. I want to wreck something. I want to leave something irreparably demolished. I want to leave something so FUBAR no one will ever figure out what it is. I want to wreck someone's shit so bad they won't know what hit them. I want them to know what hit them. I want to smile them in the eyes and I want help them up. I want to shake their hand. I want to have a beer. I want to wreck someone else's shit the next night. I am. I apologize for nothing. I obey nothing.