Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Anger is part of grieving, right?

I wasn't angry at first. Of course not, I thought, who would I be angry at?
Now I am.
I want to scream, slam doors, break windows.
I want to chew on glass.
Crash my car.
Start a fight.
I want to watch things burn.

And I don't really know what to do with all of this.