Fear

Alive. That is the most addictive thing about rage - it makes you feel alive. You feel like you can take on the world. That for that moment you are present. You are a bully. But ultimately a coward. Fear drives me. Fear destroys me. Judgement. Perhaps writing in English gives it a more self-help feel then you would like? But it is late and thinking in Gaelic is always going to be a challenge. Chelsaea V Apoel. Should be an interesting match. Can Cypriots even be hoodies?