I am really fucking ANGRY after hearing I have only a 20% chance of a cure, that I'm probably dying fast. I wish there were anger rooms where we could go and smash things until we're so tired we can't smash anymore. Get a golf club and just beat the shit out of lamps and furniture and walls and things. No punching bag will take care of this. I'm just mad, I don't know who at. God is so tempting to blame, but isn't he on every milk carton in Angryland?
I want to smash things. I want to destroy. I want to crush. I want to scream and cry and destroy. What do I do?
