The Death of my Guitar

Today I broke my guitar, ripped it to pieces, tore the strings out. I smashed it to the wall and all that remains now is pieces of wood lying on the floor and on my bed. I do not regret doing this, and I am a new man now. After breaking it though, I regret that I shouldn't have smashed it on the wall. I should have used the television set which is still alive right now. No more Mr Nice guy, now I will really show the world what I am capable of doing. All my life I have been doing things which have made me someone who I never really wanted to be. It will be different from now on, get ready to start hating me, is all I can say !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!