Emotions and shit

There’s nothing worse than the storm of emotions that whirls up inside you, whipping and lashing against your flesh, waiting, growing evermore hungry for power. That storm craves revenge. It craves fear. That storm is revenge and it is fear itself. And then it explodes out of you like a bomb. You find yourself screaming, crying, punching, fighting. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. That seal is already broken, and after you let it all out, the cycle repeats. Sure you can try and break out of the loop, but why would you want too? You’ve found comfort in it, and you wouldn’t wanna leave something you feel comfortable with, now would you? After all the people you felt comfortable with left you, your doing what they did to you? I don’t think so.