Anger
I hate when I’m angry. My anger makes me a wretched person. I am heated, my body is warm and not because of the temperature outside. I know I’m not the worlds greatest human being but I would hope I deserve a little better. It’s not that big of a deal, just the cherry on top of the icing on the cake. I wanna scream out loud, but I can’t. I want to cry, but am I petty? Ugh, this is all too much, especially when I cant talk to anyone about it. Maybe if I catch up on what I want to get done, I’ll be…happier?
