|24th of July, 2005 | 2:11 p.m.
Ugh, I feel like I'm going to burst. Like my skin is crawling and I want to scratch at myself to get the creepies out. However, writing about stuff is a much less harmful way of getting it out. Channel that anger into something else. ACTION. Oh yes indeed. I am filled with enough anger at enough things that it enables me to turn it into a lot of passion for a lot of lovely things.
Now I go towards the things which are lovely. *twirls*