And I’m not happy that we meet again, Lia…
Lately, I have been dealing with my temper.
I was used to be someone whom was only filled by fury.
I did only care about myself, what I wanted and felt which were being alone and got stressed out by myself.
Others’ presence was bothersome; they were livelier and more collected than me. They wondered and put their effort in my current state because they cared.
I didn’t care how they could be more clear-headed at the present.
I, just wanted to be left alone because their laughter annoyed me. How they enjoyed the comedy stuff annoyed me.
I felt that rage on my body like a familiar heartache.
I disliked them now.
I haven’t felt this kind of negative emotion for years so I believed that I could be more positive than this.
By being this kind of person sucks since I do not gain anything.
I don’t get my work done.
I know I can hurt and ruin everything, from the people whom I care about until these objects around me.
I have always wanted to give them happiness although when I could barely control my anger; there wasn’t an inch of my intention to do so for them.
I’m considering the process of my college paper as my trigger this time.
I’m not ready for the deadline which is less than three months and some aspects which are going to be beyond my control like waiting until my informed consent is made by the faculty and whether I would get the planned amount of respondents.