[ That's really the question, isn't it? He rolls his shoulders. It's not quite a shrug, more of a way to remind himself of the holsters he wears under his coat. ]
You can't take your anger out on circumstances. He was just. The walking talking proof of all the fucked up shit that was going on in my head.
[ He growls and turns away again, running a hand through his hair. ]
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You can't take your anger out on circumstances. He was just. The walking talking proof of all the fucked up shit that was going on in my head.
[ He growls and turns away again, running a hand through his hair. ]
Fuck, such a load of bullshit.
Look, just forget it.