A Storm Is Coming

Roy is running through my veins. I'm not going to go the fuck off but will take my ass out and play. This Frank Ocean is holding my fire-cracker-ass the fuck down!! I'm feeling quite reckless...and I DO MEAN reckless. I think I repress my anger too often or I'm [still] a hot-head. Shit is shifting and it's becoming too much to control. I don't want to control it because I'm ready to hurt for tears. I'm ready to hurt. I want to cause pain. I better have a drink, hide my car keys and stay inside because I'm IN a I Don't Give A FUCK Bitch kind of mood and this will not end well.

I'm sick of this shit. I'm tired. You better humble yourself. I'm not capable of feeling anything.