Anger.

Anger is some thing you get from blaiming other people. You blame them for your frustration. For the emptiness you feel. For your tears. I hate DOING THIS. Other people DO NOT live like this. In the twenty minutes my mom and brother had a screaming match over studying, they could have studied everything together. It sucks. But I know that other people do not live like this. I'm deleting this the very second I get home tomorrow. I'm doing so good. I'm happy. But I'm not mad. I'm not mad at them. I'm just scared. Of what this means. Of what eveyrthing means. Anger is not something spreadable. You bring it on yourself by blaming other people.