Originally Posted by DocHoliday
So I was going to vent and rave about this crappy arse fight I got into tonight. Instead of being biased and stating my argument, I just want to express the feelings I had.
I will admit that he had the upper hand the entire time.
I am calmer now. I really would have never stopped, no matter how hurt, until I knew this kid couldn’t hurt me anymore. I would have gone until I breathed fire. Until I could not blink. Until I knew he couldn’t move. Until I knew he couldn’t hurt me.
I would have ripped down the walls he lived in and bled him from pride. Torn him away from his feeling of security from false friends.
I want to destroy him. Leave him left to understand that life is too short too dabble in minutia and discrepancies. I wanted to become irony. I wanted to show him the wrath that can come from dabbling in minutia discrepancies.
I wanted to become vengence. Against all of his security, break him down.
I wanted to bring us both to zero and show him his life with nothing.
I wanted to beat a man so badly I fear I would have enjoyed it.