Anger has never been a good colour on me. Fortunately, I'm seldomly aggitated, but I still have my moments.

 

Something has changed in me. Probably triggered by immense restlessness. People have to have purpose, or they lose their minds. And as for me, I'm looking for trouble. It's like the body aches for a good beating; begging for a release of suppressed energy. Afterall, nothing makes us feel more alive than in the presence of death.