On the day the wagons come...

...I just pray that you let me out.
I realized something today, I am a very unhappy person -- at least right now I am. I'm touchy and sensitive; I have a really short fuse; I feel as though I could blow up at the next person that barks at me.
I don't want people to talk to me; I don't want to be around people; just let me be; let me do my thing and do not bother me. I'm liable to cut your throat and keep walking.
/roar