Today, I am angry.
I am angry that work was Hell from the moment I walked through the door. I am angry that things only continued to get worse as the day went on. I am angry that my company can be so incompetent at times and that my son still hasn’t been added to my insurance.
I am angry that I have all these important phone calls I have to make and I can never find the time to make them. I am angry that I have to make these phone calls to begin with because everything has to be so complicated. I am angry that nothing seems to be improving in areas I am trying and fighting so hard in.
I am angry because it feels like only three or four people actually support me. I am angry about this because I do all I can to support those I care about in every possible way. I am angry because it seems only those three or four people really seem to think I can make something of myself. But I’m really angry because I’m starting to fear they are wrong.
I am angry because I don’t see anything getting better in the near future. I am angry because I’m just so damn tired of feeling empty inside. And I am angry because I want to be; it’s an improvement to hating myself.
Today I am angry. And I’m okay with that.