I'm a ghost

I can't even write, I'm so upset. I'm so damn angry. I'm angry. I want to hit and scream and kick. I don't want to hear a "dearest, be happy" or a "calm down, baby" whatever. I don't want to be told to shutup and be comfortable because I'm in a state of unrest and discontent. I'm at a point in my life that I hate, I spit at the fucking world and lick at the open wounds of my own fury. A fucking fire that you can't dissolve with words of empty comfort.