One more day in bed...

I woke up angry again.

It;s the dreams, the fucking dreams. All of my life I have had the mixed blessing of not remembering what I dream about. I wake up and my day is mine, it does not belong to the phantoms of the night.

Today I remember the end of my dream, the emotion inside.

I remember spitting in her face. The anger, the hatred, the betrayal. Taking all of that and feeling so powerless that all I can do is spit it out. Somehow I must do it, but it is lodged within me.

Moving my head, looking at her, feeling that dark pit of burning rage. How the fuck could you do this? All that was said, all that was done. You flicked a switch and destroyed it, thus destroying me.

I wanted to hit, but I cant. I wanted to talk, but I can't. I wanted to beg and plead but it is useless.

I can do nothing, thus I spit in her face. I hope to transmit the hate and anger, hope that somehow someone else is as miserable as I am.

Fuck you bitch, Fuck you for not being as good as I dreamed you were, fuck you for betraying me. Fuck you for saying yes and two days later saying no. Fuck you for damaging that which I had protected for years. Fuck you for leaving a scar where there was only health before.

You are officially not worth it.