I'm so angry..

I feel so angry.

Disgusted.

Why?

I keep asking myself, why?
The answer doesn't matter. I need a solution, Fast. I can't take it.

Angry.

I'm very angry, that no one else seems to be disturbed by the way things are.

I'm just sickened, I can't iterate enough, how sickened I am.

Everything is absolutely causing me to want to grab my hair and rip it out whilst screaming "WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE".

Or is it just me?
Is all of this just me.
Angry. I'm so angry. I can't figure out what the problem is, or the why.
But it doesn't matter. I just have to be alive at the end of this, because there will be an end.
I just need the solution. My solution. The only solution I see is income, money.
I need money and I need it yesterday. I absolutely Cannot stand for this existence any more, not one more day.
So I talk with myself, What is there to do? You have problems, you have mental illness, you are sick.

*Fight ensues* I am angry.
Mental illness or not, That does not make it rain money. Money does not fall from the sky or angels come delivering hand baskets to those who need.
God does not help nor do those who are supposed to be helpers, I am Very angry.

Forced I am to Abuse myself, "Sit down and Shut up." Listen here, this is the problem.
I don't care what you have to say, this is not going Anywhere unless YOU do something about it.
For how long have you waited patiently hoping like an innocent child beaten bloodied and crying thinking that the next beating wouldn't be as bad?
You actually thought there would be a way out without YOU doing something?
Laughs, I am angry.

The solution involves your momentum, you create you receive. You are your own savior.
No one is going to pick you up out of the bloodied mud, no one is going to hold you while you cry.
There is no one to understand your pain and no one to help you answer why.
Stop asking all the wrong questions. Better yet, stop asking questions. Listen. I am angry.

Its only going to get better when you make it happen, so stop sitting on your *** and do something about it.
I'm sick. I can't eat. I am spending all of my energy on this, so now its time to make it happen.
Panic attacks? Laugh at them, you've been beaten shitless, whats a panic attack?
Anxiety? pathetic.

I'm done. Done with Mental Illness. Done with you. If you don't get your act together, I'll leave you soon too.