I hate my anger. I hate that I’m angry at the world. I hate being angry at strangers because they dare to walk slowly or breathes too loud. I hate that I get angry at people I know cuz they do stupid, lazy or weak things. Honestly I used to be so tolerant and even supportive. I used to be the one people could just rant about the most tiny things they would make into such big deals. But now it just drives me nuts. How can you honestly whine for 30 minute’s because your coffee place ran out of almond milk?! How?!

A lot of this changed around the time I stopped being so easy on myself. I started taking better care of myself. Started wanting more. Started working harder. Yet I look around and see the whole world getting lazier and weaker. People whine about stuff that makes me think “dude I went through worse stuff than this as a child. I went through worst stuff than that just yesterday but you don’t hear me whining all day. We aren’t even friends! Shut up!”

I miss the old me who was understanding and caring but damn that old me was weak as hell. I don’t know if I’m actually mad at the world or if I’m just mad at myself for ever being like them.