I keep holding it in and nobody can tell. They think that I’ve become a better person. They think that I’ve changed. But what they don’t realize is that with each speck of additional anger I harbour inside of me, I have a growing desire to lash out, to hurt something. And now, I know that when I finally break and snap, I will take out everybody around me. The worst thing about it is I don’t feel any remorse about it. I want them to suffer. I want them to see what they have done to me. And whenever I think about this I cry. About the person I ‘ve turned into, about the people that I couldn’t save, and at the relief that the people who have put me through hell are about to experience ten times worse. And mostly, I cry about how glad I’ll be when they suffer.