Dear Friends
I just want you to know that I’m not angry with you. I’m just angry. Sometimes I get like this. It’s not that I don’t want you around it’s that I don’t want anyone around. It’s just that I am angry. That being said please stop everything you are doing that annoys me because if it continues I really will be angry with you.
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Okay, everyone knows that letter was not serious right? Good. So here’s the deal. I feel like in my angry rage (the one that has lasted about a month) I feel like I have alienated a lot of my friends. Not intentionally just because everything annoys me and I react to the annoyance. Then I feel like they are mad that I’m mad about whatever happened when really I was just trying to get them to not read what I’m working on over my shoulder (which I once slapped a girl because of so my reactions are getting better), pick up one of the workshop pieces I have sitting on my binder, or eating crackers like they own the place. They probably aren’t really mad. It’s probably more like a Carrie thing where only a few people are laughing but it seems like everyone is laughing and then the gym get’s set on fire. At least, I hope they’re not mad. PLEASE DON’T BE MAD! I have enough anger for everyone in Spokane.
Now anyone who thinks I was mad at them probably now assumes I’m definitely mad at them.
Oh the vicious cycle that my anger has