Fuming...

And I don't even know why. I feel like I've lost the reins and I understand... I understand I cannot undo the past. I'm not trying to. But just because I was taught to think a certain way doesn't mean I must for eternity. What I am sick of is being preached to and of being manipulated by carefully crafted stories. And for once, I'm not going to take it. I will not be told what to do and what not to. I have a mind of my own and I have every intention of using it. Fuck heritage and culture and religion. If it doesn't make sense, I'm not going to blindly believe in it just because everyone else does. So stop trying to make me join the herd because I abandoned it a long time ago. I might seem docile but I might just come out biting at you if you go too far.

Red... all I see is monochromic, a shade of red. And I feel this rage, an animal rage. Every situation to which I reacted differently yesterday or last week or last month, I respond to with rage.

*Deep breath*

Okay, calming... red mutating into blue... senses dulling, fatigue overtaking me. The armour of rage I'd worn only a few minutes earlier has fallen down leaving me naked, vulnerable. I best be off before I get too contemplative on here.