I punch trees.
It's not that I don't like trees. I've got nothing against trees. I just like punching hard stuff. A thick tree is the best way to go. It makes your knuckles bleed when they hit the bark. You can feel the bones in your fingers shake.
Sometimes I need to forget about things. So I punch trees.
I listen to music while I do it. My friends say that I play my music too loudly. I've played it at full blast since a couple days after you left me.
Sometimes I need to forget about things. So I listen to loud music.
One time, I tried to imagine that the tree was your face. I didn't like that. I'm not mad at you, I just miss you.
Sometimes I miss you, so I punch trees and I listen to loud music.
Sometimes I miss you.
I stand there and I wail at a tree, and bits of bark are flying everywhere, and it gets in my eyes, and I can't see so I shut them, but when I close my eyes, I just see you. My knuckles are bleeding and some guy is screaming in my ear and I keep hitting the tree and--and--
I don't remember how I ended up on the ground. It feels like I've been crying, but I can't remember that either. I can't stop thinking about you, no matter how much I punish my hands or my ears.
My knuckles will never hurt badly enough.
The music will never be loud enough.
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