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Anger, Where's My Clarity and What Comes Next?

Anger is a deep seated feeling of betrayal; the elementary cursing substitutes are no longer relevant, and the only words that fly are a culmination of "fucks," "damn-its," and perhaps the occasional "asshole." While to the outsider they seem a bit excessive, you know the scope of your wounds, and the reality is that these words are quite accurate ways to begin coloring the hostility. You aren't sure whether to scream or cry, so perhaps you cope with words to the tune of "I'm fine," followed by an attempt to feel numb; your attempt, while well-intentioned, is piss poor, so numb is inevitably returned with a tsunami of unresolved emotions.

Perhaps I have been forced out of cloud nine's numbing wave, and in turn, have been left feeling a little--shall we say, pissed off. At least, that is the start of it. 

Anger is the emotion when you have to face the unknown, and you tell everyone not to worry about you, but you hate the unknown more than anyone, so you're actually terrified. Anger is my frustration I am experiencing now because my computer screen is changing colors on me and growing dark, since I have been apparently typing for too long--a new normal.

Anger is something that describes when life is stormy, and you don't know how to feel, so your simple response will always be "I'm fine," and you are doing your damndest to hold on to faith because you know that no matter what even if you aren't fine now--you will be. 



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