October 24, 2003

Amorphous Rage

The ninth week of the semester, especially the fall semester, has always been a time when an intense and inexplicably hatred seems to overcome me. I had thought that with only 14 units and three real classes, perhaps I would not experience this wonderfully awful feeling this semester. However, Fall 2003 has proved to be no different than either Fall 2002 or Fall 2001, as I am right now completely and utterly drowning in anger and hatred. The worst part is, it isn't even directed at anyone or anything specifically. I just woke up this morning and I was angry. I didn't know why. I still don't. And now I can't stop being angry. I have a problem. Someone help me. Please?