Hera

The angrier and angrier I become the more and more I realize I'm nothing but a cold and inhospitable shell, where nothing can find shelter or warmth. Nothing can bring me joy and nothing so far has brought me any lasting hope. Every year of my life pushes me closer and closer to madness, every month makes me shorten my own expectation of my life span, and every day brings me closer and closer to a hang men's nose. I'm tired of these feelings of anger and I'm tired of blaming everything on myself, in the end of it all it's you and your iron grip that is the cause of all my woes. As I grow I start to see your nothing more but a controlling, manipulative, time consuming monster. And all you do is fuel my anger and drive the knife deeper and deeper into my heart.