Recently, I’ve been feeling differently. I’ve grown so familiar with these stages. And this one always comforts me. When I feel angry.
I never used to get angry; it was as if I was uncapable for so long. So it matters all the more. After an event, I’m swallowed by it for a while. It drags me to the depths where I have left so much. And all the harm that was never processed comes to feed on me. I felt I spent years of my life down there. A shell. Never time to process before the next incident. When I first became angry, I stayed angry. It’s what got me out. It’s what gave me the determination to pick up my grades, my life, and leave for the city. So I am going to hold on to this anger.
I may be tired, but now it’s more than that.
As long as I feel more than that.