Under this national raincloud, I'm getting soaked to the skin...

I should be in bed getting sleep, but then again, my life is full of shoulds.

I have recently been washed over with this huge wave of anger. I think for so long, I shut the anger out, afraid of what might come of it. I was terrifies that anger was this two headed beast that would kill me if I even spoke its name. But here it is now, pushing the cork off and spewing out and I'M MAD. I'm finally mad at everything I witnessed last year. I'm not resentful, I'm no longer hurt... I'm just mad at the way human beings can treat eachother. I'm mad that I do it. I'm angry that I can't be someone who starts revolutions. I'm MAD for the first time in my life and it feels DAMN good. We are far too worried about being nice and not stepping on eachother's toes to realize when things we should fume over have arisen. Can't change ONLY happen once we revert our anger into something positive? Can we really make a change in anything if we don't first get angry. People are so fake on put on angelic facades, can't they see they're not fooling anyone? And we are ALL guilty of it. We point fingers and pass the buck onto some unexpecting person. So should it be that when I look in the mirror, I'm more angry than when I look at the real fakers because I can be just like them? It should be, but damnit... it's easier to call somebody else a bitch because if you call yourself one, you're talking to yourself and then you're more than a bitch... you're a CRAZY bitch.

Goodnight world.