"I rarely snap so when I do, it’s assumed I meant every barbed wire and rusted can word. I bottle these things to avoid the hurt they cause but sooner or later, these powder kegs and coke bottles erupt. I could slit your throat with the right arrangement of sentences. It’s not something I’m proud of. I wish I could learn to control it better. I wish when I cut others, I didn’t spend most of the night, hunched over and bleeding in return. I’m just not good at this feeling thing."