117th Post

The hour approaches.
The day in which people.

Celebrate love.
This day is called.
Valentine's Day.

But is it really that special?
I think not.
Because if one truly loves the others.
Then everyday will be Valentine's Day.

Alas.
On the day in which others celebrate.
I am busy.
Busy with piles and piles of lab reports.

Coupled with an extremely incompetent lab technician.
I am once again.
An angry person.

But my anger.
I shall hold at bay for now.
Till the day i can hold no more.

But yet as i think.
Is it worth to release my pent up anger.
Over some poor innocent victim?

So over time.
I resort to drinking.
To thinking.
So as to dissipate the anger.

For anger is a dangerously unstable weapon to have.

For tongues once lashed.
Can never take back the hurtful words hurled.

But yet.
How much more can i hold back?

I have no idea.
I am a dangerous walking ticking bomb.
Just waiting to explode.

How bad the damage?
I dare not think about it.

I wish someone will help me.
In converting my anger into something more useful.
I'm lost.

Once again.
My health is failing.
Is it time to say goodbye?