that's the way.

Lately, I've come to recognize just how much anger is housed within me. I catch myself after an unecessary harsh stare or a biting retort. Only when I pause does the hostility reveals itself. I don't understand it. And it's got me shaking to hold back tears. I hate being an asshole. What reasons do I have to feel this way, really? Why? Preparing myself to make all these changes forced me to reevaluate my shit. Living for some unknown future. I dunno. So much going on feels uncertain. I suppose in so many ways, that's how it is. Shit changes. But, I just feel torn up inside.