Excerpt from my journal... (I write in it at work)

I have never had a good grip on my emotions. I have a tendency to fly off the handle, and the slightest things not breaking my way will throw me into a weird place, mentally. I get pissed off, disappointed, and I lay on the attitude real thick. When that doesn't work, I usually say something extreme and walk away until I calm down... which also takes a while. It's probably my only-child upbringing, but I feel like I should make life go my way. I know life is full of disappointments, but it shouldn't be. Life should go our way, and when it doesn't, there has to be hell to pay. Anyone who doesn't agree, does not think highly enough of them self. Since when did it become OK to just get shit-on and take it? "Oh well, that's life, I'll just bend over a little further..." Fuck that.

I'll pay my dues. I don't have a false sense of entitlement, I just expect more out of life... and I'm going to fucking take what is mine. We ALL should. Fuck a cubicle, fuck Mom and Dad's house, fuck this economy and the plummeting fucking stock market. It's time to take this society to the next level by any. means. necessary. I have no more patience for this shit, slow-fuck society. Everyday I drive to work, speeding past lazy slow fucks who drive like they're going nowhere in life. And you know what? They're going nowhere. Fuck 'em. I know people are with me, and it's time to leave the rest of these floundering fucks in our dust. It's time for our generation... our people... to rise up and put this world on notice. There's a caged tiger in cubicle AT, and he's very... fucking... pissed off.

I am by no means a type A personality, get-up-and-go douchebag. I am, however, a self-diagnosed crazy fuck who has had too much unnecessary pressure placed on him from weird fucking directions. So my new goal in life... is to fuck some shit up.

PS: Curse more. Fuckers.