
⦓ Maybe this is a "journal factory burned down" kind of post, so feel free to scroll away if you don't want to read my overthinking about how much I hate being angry... ⦔ ⦓ Sometimes I feel like anger is something ugly and disgusting, but only when I'm the one who has it. If someone is enraged that someone hurt them, or hurt someone they love, I go yes, that's so fair! That's so fair, you can be angry about that, anyone would be! But when it's me, when I'm the one who's mad, I... I just feel like some sort of monster. Like a stereotype. Classic seadwellers always getting mad and putting other castes in danger without thinking about it. I don't want to do that! I never want to do that. ⦔ ⦓ But I'm a troll at the end of the day. If you hurt someone I care about, how could I not be mad? It would be weirder if I wasn't, right? But I still feel like I have to cut rage out of me like a tumor. I have to be nice or I'm a threat. Happy and sad are safe and rage is a gun, and if I have a gun everyone will hate me. Ugh... I don't know how to deal with anger... I'll try to wait it out some more. But I'm scared it won't go away until that man does. It doesn't have to be me who does it- I can't, even if I want to. I'm not able to. But maybe that's even worse. Makes me even more of a stereotype. I know I'm overthinking but I also know that I was hatched with a weapon in my hand and it is my responsibility to ensure it is never turned against anyone. ⦔
