I throw things when I desire to change.

The first of the series went over a California fence. The second, across the highway next to my apartment.
Always something worthless. The throwing away of things I held that hold no value... symbolic? Or just an aggressive gesture?
When I can no longer be a bystander, I attack the world with a snarl. No evil intended. It's just how I break the chains I make for myself.

[by the way. I'm not going to fail out of college.]