Am I a monster? Am I just a facade behind which unspeakable evil, anger, and rage hide, waiting for an opportunity to strike? It's like when the smallest opening appears in my psyche a torrent of anger floods out, destroying all in its path. I don't even know what causes these cracks. The little things, the small stuff, the stupid things that don't even matter all manage to take a piece off of my mental state and leave a hole big enough to cause a crack, which leads to a breach. I don't even know how to protect the ones I care about from these unpredictable bouts of rage. What can I do? What do I do? How the hell do I control this?!?!??!?! For the first time I can remember, I have scared someone I love and care about in one of these fits. I would never even dream of hurting her but now I fear that she no longer knows how mentally stable I am. I fear that she'll see a side of me I don't see. I fear that she'll leave me behind, a forgettable and regrettable chapter of her life, destined for nothing but cheap conversation with friends. I fear. I fear. I fear.
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