Whenever I'm extremely angry, I feel like wanting to cry. I'm not one to lash out and and explode into curses and shouts and boiling hatred so when I'm so mad that I can't seem to take it anymore, I back down from an argument and flee to the confines of my room where I curl up into a ball and want to die.
And then I stay silent until I am completely sure I feel calm again because I mean everything I say whenever I'm pissed and violent and beautiful words don't usually protrude from an angry heart.
Of rainy days, cloudy skies, fiction, Korean music, pretty boys, agoraphobia, thoughts on paper, and the scent of rain on dry earth.
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