Another rage

It’s strong and trying to boil itself up. I’m afraid if I don’t talk about it, I may be consumed whole. I hate acting sad, even though that’s all that this shell experiences and all.

Let’s see what great ideas are there: enjoy what’s on tv, listen to the babies’ chatter, thank god for having no worries yet so much to do, and go have a nice relaxing throat fuming lung hurting cigarette. Or even talk to a loving family member. My dad accepts me for who I am. My mom is very impatient like me, but I’m traumatized so it hurts to communicate with her.