Anger

is not a good thing. But yet I feel a lot of it inside me. I feel like I need to vent it on someone or something, otherwise at this rate I am going it is probably going to kill me. Some people are natural connivers. This is the nicest word I can use to describe them. At this moment, this is exactly how I feel - my hands are cold, my heart is beating faster than usual, my brain feels like a bloody washing machine.