I always catch myself imagining
Maybe before a fight worsens
Or I'm frustrated
That I'm an adult
In my apartment
Drinking my 8th bottle of beer
With adrenaline beating the shit out of me
Sitting next to the wall
Bottles scattered throughout the floor
Then, I get up
I run out
And find a place
Where I can release everything
Those places where you can throw anything fragile and let your stress out
And just scream
I imagine myself throwing pieces of plates and glass rapidly towards a wall
Bellowing profanity and all types of messed up shit in my life
And by the end of it all I drop to the ground
Breathing heavily and
I pass out

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