( this is my first diary. Please be nice! )
I am angry. It is not that red hot kind of anger that provides a head rush when someone cuts you off in traffic or is rude to your child. It is not that irritation when you drop your purse getting out of the car and juggling groceries, school books etc. No, this is more of a slow burning kind of anger. The kind that quietly simmers in the background, little embers popping up while watching the news or having a conversation about the 'state of the nation'. I think today the fire has been fed enough to take over.
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