I'm
seething with anger.
Why am I angry with you? Aaaarh. What kind of question is that? Please. The only sensible thing to ask me now is whether there is even a single reason for which I am not angry with you.
I am so angry that I am sweating in this cold and lonely room. The stuffiness clogging
up my mind is making it difficult for me to hear my own thoughts.
I'm annoyed. With both of us. You and me. Of course it's mostly with you. The
only reason I am pissed with myself is that I have reached the maximum level of
annoyance with you, and there is still some unappropriated anger in reserve.
Why am I angry with you? Aaaarh. What kind of question is that? Please. The only sensible thing to ask me now is whether there is even a single reason for which I am not angry with you.
You
have really pushed my buttons. See, you have reached here.. the brim! It is
only because it's you that I'm bothering to even bring up this issue. If it was
anybody else, they would only be seeing dust. You know, the dust I would raise
behind me as I leave tuuuuf!
Why
are you still just there like that? Do I sound as if I am singing? Please, I am
not. So you should just begin apologizing now now. Before you blink and then
all you see will just be angry dust.
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