Entry 25-Anger
I threw it out the window one day. I even looked down to see if it had shattered, if it had shattered, if it was completely broken. I went downstairs to sweep it up and dumped it into the garbage. That was the end of it. Anger was gone. No more sitting down and looking at it wondering where it had come from; where it had originated.
Lately, I find myself looking at the vacant area where Anger used to be. Sometimes I even forget that I had trashed it and my mind creates something similar to it; something that could fill in the empty space. But it will never do. My mind will never cease playing games until I get back the real thing. But how can I do that? The trash had already been taken and molded into some other reusable thing and then I realize something. If I find the shards, I could create it again. Just find all the things that are similar and pull out the real thing from them. I just hope I find them all before I go insane.