Do you know me? It's strange.... I'm not even sure that I know myself anymore. Everything is just so jumbled. Anger mixed with pain, pain mixed with longing, longing mixed with hope. And it doesn't make any sense. Nothing makes any sense.

I feel like maybe I'm selling life short. Like maybe I'm the victim of my own hopelessness. Like maybe, in the end, it will all add up to nothing and there will be nobody to blaim but myself. It can be so comfortable being the victim... and often times anger is an easier feeling than moving on. Moving on means letting go and letting go means losing a part of what brought you here in the first place.

Anger can be so motivational and having something to prove and actually proving it can create a bit of a purpose but is it a right one? And is it right to continue on with such motivations even when your realize you're really not that angry anymore?

When bitterness becomes a crutch it can be so hard to let go....

~ Kate Taylor