Anger.

This is an amazing feeling.
Its almost like when you drink too much Sunny D, and there's all that acid in your stomach.
Call this self-mutilation.
Call it hatred.
Call it whatever you'd like, but I like it.
I like it.
Maybe anger and hatred and angst are the emotions I shouldn't hide.
Maybe it feels very, very, very good to release them.
Maybe it feels too good.
But maybe I won't stop.
Maybe.

Yeah, fat chance. Be prepared.