Tonight I am angry.
I'm angry about always being the scapegoat.
I'm angry that I'm always the one taking the blame for things that are not entirely my fault.
I'm angry that it's always - and only - my fault.
I'm angry at and about my body and my mind.
I'm angry my efforts never seem to matter.
I'm angry that I can't live up to my own expectations.
I'm angry. I am just.so.angry.
* By "angry" I mean, of course, that I logically should be angry - and I am angry in my brain - but I can't, you know, actually feel angry. Behold the miracle of modern psychiatric medicine!