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Friday, November 02, 2007


when it comes to the seven deadly sins, there is one that i commit. and it is anger.

i'm easily triggered, and would fly into a rage of fury on the smallest things you could possibly imagine. although most of the time i appear to look peaceful, calm or happy when i start to get pissed, i'm actually building up the potential energy of anger.

today was a bad day, this characteristic of mine unleashed itself without warning, to the extent that i called someone on the phone and blasted at them. i don't even remember what words came out of my mouth.

maybe that is probably why i always get a fever. too much anger hidden within until they generate loads and loads of heat.

ok now... GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.



left himself a note;
12:15 AM