
When one's sick of their lives.
When one's tired of their relentless existence.
When one's twisted by the forces beyond their control.
Life stinks.
They become angry.
They want to seek an outlet.
They need help.
H-E-L-P
Q... Anger Management
Life stinks.
Get a life . High time.
What is the point of having to be in so Damn eaRly when everything else is really late late LATE?
" You're ten minutes late. (How dare you?!)" " You can only leave as and when we TELL YOU TO."
NAZIS !!!!
Repressed.