SO what the hell else is new

Sorry I haven't been posting much. I am not even sure I live in my room anymore. I know that is where I sleep most of the time but really it ain't my home. Also I am kinda pissed because for the first time in my poetic career that I am not going to the poetry slam. Also my parents. I am going to strangle them not because I am not a loving son and I am not in the mind set that I know that they hate me. It just that they had to use the F word: Failure. In my opinion there is nothing like the word Failure. It is not my fear but it is my regret.

Sorry there is no happy ending to this. I just let out a lot of anger and aggression a piece of wood. i felt a little better but then I went back to my hole of anger and it always sits there to wait on your arrival.