I flipping hate being angry. Because once I'm angry about one thing, I'm suddenly angry about ten other things as well that somehow interconnect. Which just causes me to get even more frustrated with myself. Then I do and I don't want to talk the person I'm angry with. I want to fix things but I also want to make them feel really bad. I want to shout and spew but I can't. I say nasty things to my technological devices. Which conveniently have decided to stop working at this completely non-ideal time.
Boys minds are like filing cabinets. Everything is important and related but separate. Girl's minds are like a computer. Probably Windows Vista to be correct. They store everything. And if one thing is wrong with it, it affects everything else somehow.
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