“I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.”
I don’t know if it’s the all consuming rage I’m feeling or the pain of rejection or if that’s just the three round burst of whiskey I just pounded on an empty stomach, but I want to destroy something beautiful.
Why do people always find a way to make themselves miserable in the face of potential happiness.
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