sting

And I was right. The wind has changed.

There is a fury building up, how irrational it is, how vindictive it is. Tell me how the hell could they behave like that? Aren’t they listening? Could they pay attention to not only themselves for a change? I could be screaming in their faces and they won't even realize it. I know reality would be catching up with me, to strike me hard. And every time it does that, I can never be prepared no matter how I said I would want to be. I am so angry at the idea of being angry...so hurt at the idea of being hurt... so very helpless.