It’s always building up, never to leave my gasping brain. Hearing the devilish laughter coming out of her perfectly round mouth pierces my ears. I’m so infuriated-if that is even the word to use for what I’m feeling, even my teachers notice my distress. When someone acknowledges her; her tan skin, long brown hair with hints of chestnut that glisten in the sun; anyways this feeling of loathing rises over me. Does anyone know what she did to me? Unforgivable. Outrageous. The rotting anger will never leave my rotting soul. Arrogantly, I let her use and abuse me, blinded by what I thought was “love”. Love. Love snickers in my face with its evilness, love isn’t real, love sets you up for heartbreak. Though people say one day you’ll discover true love, that’s bullshit. Noisily, I can hear my blood rising, the anger takes over my whole body, plastering my face fluorescent red. With smoke almost escaping my ears, I become fully distraught at the thought of her wicked sight again. With these shattering feelings, I clench my jaw to keep myself from exploding. The repetition of these unbearable sensations breaks me. My rotting anger helplessly takes over me.