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Friday, February 3, 2006


It's 1.50am, I'm wide awake and angry. No. Make that furious. Kicking something (inanimate) or throwing items that break easily, would feel great right about now. At least I keep telling myself that, despite knowing it would do absolutely nothing. Screaming isn't my thing. Just thinking about it makes my throat cramp up.

But there's so much anger inside me, frustration clawing to get out, annoyances that keep prodding me to take some kind of action. So it's probably hard to imagine that I'm sitting in front of my computer looking quite calm as this is being typed.

Things that are brushed aside doesn't disappear, they get sorted, categorized, stored. For each time you flare up over one thing, all the other ones come charging. Like each single infuriating incident/situation was a domino piece, which has been placed alongside the rest in a neat row, and once one falls over ... it knocks everything else down.

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