I never, I.

I dont know what to say. But chances are I'll attempt to say something anyway. At the moment I'm in an odd mood. Today was a waste of time at university. My english tutorial sucked, I didnt participate and I didnt hand in an essay rewrite I could have easily submitted. I went to Canadian studies only to be bored to tears by a completely unprepared lecturer. I fell asleep in the back corner and dreamed of something, I've almost forgotten what. The dream wasn't a waste of time. The lecture was.

When I get angry or frustrated, I daydream about smashing cups. This is somehow the most destructive thing I can bring my mind to conjure. I picture throwing the cup in slow motion and shattering it on the wall. I picture stomping china and hurling tea cups. I imagine kitchen floors covered in shattered glass.

This is the best I can do. This is the closest I come to violence, a daydream of broken cups.