I hate his fucking small turtle eyes. His stupid face. How he dares touch her. I hate it all. How I cannot punch him in that asshole face of his. Prick. And I hate I cannot let everyone know. How no one knows how rain does not feel good any more, but just cold, just bothersome, just as consequence of the cloudy days I seem to live in now. Cause now it all fucking sucks. It's not like we were meeting day in, day out. However... Not knowing... Not knowing! When, how, why... How long, what, how often. I miss your skin above all. No, your eyes. No, your hands intertwined with mine. No, seeing you smile because we are together. It hurts. You hurt. So much... And I am angry. I am fucking angry. I want no one to look at me. I want nothing but lying down to sleep so time fast forwards. I hate it all. I hate every message I get. I hate the music I listened to today. I hate each and every one of your fans. I hate every person that crosses paths with me. I hate the neighbors' noises. Shit, shit, shit... But I do not hate you. I love you. I want to go out there and break something, everything, and make a lot of nothings with this ire. Crack life, burn the world until I run into you and I can finally wrap you in my arms.