vent. I am angry at something insignificant
They don't know anything about him, he's not their damn toy. Is it so hard to see someone for who they are, instead of a concept to gawk at? To exploit and use?
People talking about him make me want to blow something up. Making assumptions, observing, guessing without any proof...
I wish I could drag him to the bottom with me, no one would ever gaze at him again.
I do not enjoy sharing what I like, I do not enjoy it at all. It's no surprise I'm angry.
even when I confront them, to them it seems like another joke.
I become extremely mad. I do not like being so mad, it causes me to do things that later bite me back in the ass.
I'm not as angry as I was yesterday, or the night before yesterday, but that irritation is still here.
I simply wish they could shut up. We want nothing to do with them, and I especially wish to protect the one I love.
All I receive is ridicule for putting people in their place, It's so frustrating
Even the one I consider my friend
It's like they do it to agitate me on purpose
Humans really love to take everything away from me. Entitled bastards
Not all of them, yet every single one I know
They'll never get to touch him the way I do
