Just some random pictures from the past week. ----
My anger is getting a bit out of control, which is scaring me. I'm reacting and responding in ways which I've only pictured in my head. I never knew that my thoughts would come alive, in a way. I always thought about a lot of things when I was angry in the past. Like if I'm angry at someone, I'd imagine taking a knife and stabing the person. Well, no worries. I didn't murder anyone in anger. Yet.
I scratched someone in anger, real hard, a few days ago. Not pleasant of course, but I was angry. Not excuse I know, but at that time I couldn't be bothered. It just happened. I think the feeling was more of frustration than anger. A failure of people to understand my thoughts, my needs, my ideas. A failure to understand me and my point of view. A rush of assumptions or accusations. Trying to explain, defend myself and convey the message as patiently across, but the message was somewhere stuck in transition. Even though I was given a chance to explain what I was trying to say/do, I didn't feel like it or didn't want to. Couldn't be bothered to at that time, was filled with frustration.
I felt like I was stuck in a glass box. Screaming, trying to get someone's attention. People can see me, but they can't hear me. They're so ignorant. They didn't even try to hear me. I just felt stuck. Frustrated.
Some nights I'd cry. And I'd slap myself, cause I wouldn't even know why I cried. I wasn't miserable. I was just so frustrated with myself.
And I snapped. A couple of days ago. Unfortunately, someone was a victim of my repressed emotions. I felt guilty, I still do feel guilty.
It has nothing to do with anyone, but me.
I think I'm seriously going crazy. But that phase is slowly dying off. Let it die. Forever. I feel like i'm running around in circles. Again and again. Again and again and again. I'm going mad. --------