Anger has raged my former joyous and melodic soul. A voice inside has brought out a hatred I once kept but I opted not to upheave. She was stupid, probably the most obtuse person I've known. Her personality have struck my prismatic aura, giving me a feeling of heaviness, a feeling of anger I knew I've never felt before. She was inconsiderate too - maybe her barbaric attitude could have accounted for that and I do believe that even the kindest creature would be pissed off with her foul acts.
Right now, a swirling canopy of dark mass lurks and penetrates my weakening heart and soul. I just hate it when she does that. I HATE HER! I could feel the sudden rush of adrenalin as I defended the account of my opinion. Why can't she just shut up and tear up gregarious messenger of doom. Her sword-like verbosity could be classified as weapons of mass destruction of the allied powers, way back the '40s.
She may have the face of an angel, talk and act like an angel but beware of her... 'cause once you've really known her, you would discover and decipher the cryptex of her diabolical soul and suddenly her hot and long evil horns will appear!
If there could be anyone that would be 100% sure of her direct ticket to hell, she would be the QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD!!!!!
Tears fall, uncertainty engulfed me.. What about next time? How would I face tomorrow's challenges if I would let myself to be defeated by just a girl, who has been trying so hard to be everyone's friend? But I'm sure that the world will know, maybe not now... Only time could tell what was destined to happen. But as for now, I could consider this as one of my life's turning point... A very sharp one indeed...
