My Rant of Today.

Anger. It's a terrible thing. It fills you with warmth, whispers false nothings in your ear, tells you everything will be ok now that it's here. You do whatever it tells you to, hurt whomever it wants to. Then, when anger laughs at you and disappears, you're cold. You feel empty and sluggish, memories of before are foggy. People around you refuse to talk to you, they're too hurt. You try to apologize, but that doesn't mean it feels better. The gaping wound you caused still hurts, and nothing will ever truly heal the wound. You could spend your entire life trying to heal that wound- but there would still be a scar.
For me, I was doomed before I took my first breath. Anger is the predominate trait in both sides of my family. If you really feel like defining it, I guess it would more-so be classified as rage. I'm not mad, or angry. Just full of rage. I have been ever since I was a little kid.
But we all just had a huge talk- my parents, sister, and I. After they yelled for a few, I opened my mouth. My sister & I have the type of rage that's physical, so I told them we needed a punching bag- something I've been saying for years. My sister agreed. They did as well.
Let's hope everything turns out for the better(:

Also! I've decided I would share my song of the day with whomever's crazy enough to read my blog. It'll be the link on the title. That starts tomorrowww =]