Anger

Anger is a dangerous emotion. It's like fire... volatile, all-consuming, easy to feed, and ultimately destructive.

I consider myselft to be a generally composed, even laid back, person. But yester-eve, I got into a huge row with my dad. Huge. I never felt so intensely pissed off before... I could literally feel the veins in my head pulsing as we argued. The thing is, I can hardly remember how it started... I know it's trivial, and I apologized later (even though I knew that I wasn't wrong) but I can't help but feel that this is going to bury deep within me. And that it'll get ugly later.

I now know why children ultimately move away from their parents. Sometimes, in order to keep loving them, you have to avoid them. The generation gap grows wider with every year we grow older.

The strange thing is, I was only trying to keep the family together. Now, I only want to leave. Weird how things turn out.