Here's part III guys!
Why am I so angry? I don't know...
I've always had pent up frustration, and I've never been the best at expressing how I feel. But this year has been a living nightmare. That camping trip changed everything, but I'm missing time. There's a whole night unaccounted for and I know I didn't get drunk and black out. Ever since that trip I've been fuelled with anger and fury.
Reluctantly pulling myself out of bed, I lean against my privacy wall still able to hear my father's voice from downstairs. I hate how voices carry through this house, there's no sense of solitude even in a place this big.Pulling out a towel I wrap it around my waist deciding that it would be best to cool down. Cold water seems to be the only thing that works lately, well that and finding somewhere quiet to let my anger explode out without anyone around.