People cannot handle it when I am in a bad mood.
So I keep it in.
Noone I have ever known has felt comfortable around me in a bad mood.
The cats run when they see the fire in my eyes.
My violence shows through my skin and my rage punctures the bright little balloon that is their image of me as a harmless, declawed cat.
FUCK YOU I HAVE FANGS ASSHOLE.
Hate is only properly expressed when you are tearing out someone's heart with your teeth and EATING it.
That's all I have to say about that.