Angry that I am angry.

I feel so very angry inside today. Not even sure what on earth to type. Just kinda want to type.

Let's start at the beginning I guess, which is... I feel angry. I am full of it.

Angry at myself for my countless list of stupid useless criticisms and judgments.

Angry at victims who are full of whined excuses and devoid of common sense reality.

Angry at people who take one look at me and assume they have me alllllll figured out.

Angry at people who should know me so well, and yet still feel entitled to demanding more of my time or effort than my own family gets to have.

Angry at life for being hard, confusing, stressful, tiring and never ending.

Angry at my pillow for losing it's poof.

Angry at the sun for hiding for too many days in a row.

Angry at my car for needing new tires.
Again.

Angry at my husband for making me wait for things that I, too, know I should wait for.

Angry at those I care about for making foolish decisions that hurt themselves and I am helpless to fix them.

Angry at money, for it's control over my life, for it's lack within my life, for it's boastfulness all around me, though I can never quite get to it.

Angry that I am required to be away from my daughter as much as I am, just to be able to feed her and keep her warm.

Angry that yesterday, I let her down.

Angry that I physically do not feel well, and that feeling is becoming more and more constant.

Angry
that I am angry.

Maybe curling up with said daughter when I get home from work will dissolve this anger. Her joy is too contagious for me to deny. Her love too unconditional, even if I cause her tears for any reason, she still forgives me with a hug and tells me I am loved. I will try to hold onto that right now. For her, I will try.

Perhaps I'll write a more hopeful blog tomorrow.