There is the feeling of numbness to the world around you. The only thing that keeps you going through hell is the moment of release. The feeling of not rage which is being cramped inside, the feeling of wanting to just smash someones head randomly, not because they did something, but because it'd be funny to see them bleed. I need help finding common language with people around me, or im going to implode/explode. Also, reading the asylum somehow makes me feel good.