angry

Dear No-one,

I feel angry. Steaming. Simmering. Stewing. Angry.

I am tired of being disappointed, tired of being let down, tired of people who are not honest about their intentions.

The flow of these sentences have been dissolved in my rage, so I apologise.

You know what's even more annoying, that I don't have a clear reason for being angry. I am not angry at a person, I am angry at a people. A collective.

What are you supposed to do when anger knocks? It never even knocks politely, it kicks a hole in your front door. Not now, Anger. I'm trying to get my life back together.

So I listen to music in an attempt to process the fusion of being let down and angry. However this seems to serve as a doorway into deeper emotions found in the basement. Feelings and experiences from years ago are stowed away on these shelves. In all honesty, I would like to just leave this house. Sell it and move on, they say. On special for only $999,999!

I can't really think of anyone that would like to buy it, though.

Maybe I am angry at myself. 

No, there's no more time for victim role-playing. 

Time to deal with it.