14/12/2014 8:58 PM
I’m angry at you. You’ve noticed, and continue to question why I won’t talk to you, why I send intermitting glaring looks your way, why I take seconds to answer. I want to talk to you. To congratulate you on not drinking tonight. After all, am excited about the improvement. But the anger which has been building up for an unknown amount of time overwhelms these feelings, until I can no longer hide it from you, and it takes over these positive emotions. For I am angry.