If you lack originality, you recycle. It's what you do. 2/10/2017

There once was a boy who was mad at the world. He stormed through his life like a wildfire, stopping for nothing, caring for no one. He yelled and raged at all the crimes in the world. He cursed at the innocent lives taken and the guilty men that walk free. He shouted and he cursed and he punished the world for all its wrongdoings until his knuckles were bleeding.

Eventually, he got tired. All those bloody fights and nights spent alone caught up to him. They crushed him under their weight and left him broken and alone while the world shouted good riddance! around him. They forgot about him; they left him to wallow in his loneliness and despair until he was empty inside. All he had left was that swirling, terrifying anger.