So I nixed that shit. For three weeks anyway. And today I celebrated by having one. A delicious, cold can of caffeiney goodness. And? Fifteen minutes after finishing, the cloud of anger and hate came rushing in. On a speedboat. One god damn can and I hated everyone around me. I hated me. I even hated you. Especially you. Shoulders tensed, brow furrowed. If my eyebrows weren’t so fair, giving me what I call Blankface, people would’ve been like “What’s the matter with your face?”. And I would’ve bitten a hole in their cheek.
That was it, no discernible increase in energy, just a stinking mood. The black dog came rolling in, from across the sea, and humped my leg. Is this what I have to look forward to? No buzz from energy drinks, no restlessness, just tension and loathing? Cheers.