The kind of thing that doesn't make you proud...

It's becoming increasingly hard to keep a cool head. I feel myself spiraling, a volcano inside me ready to burst open. And I can't contain it anymore. Whether I'm propelled by my recent failures or just stepping into a new era of zero fucks to give, I am becoming quite a polarising figure. It is now evident that I have a trigger built into my head, not aware of its existence whatsoever. But a single word can pull the trigger, forcing me to feel numb and allowing the shadows to sip through the cracks in one built-up shell. One quick shot.