It's all little, ridiculous things. Being so incredibly angry, my insides scrunching up so tight until I can't move. But it dissipates, so fast sending all these little darts flying everywhere, and hitting everyone. Or hurting. Talking about these older, universal things - like Rwanda! - and it was still her fault, whilst I was standing there cooking some mushrooms and she was poking about cooking cabbage or something. I stared at her accusingly, and it was her fault! Her fault, for this thing that had nothing whatsoever to do with her. I can't believe this at all, and these stupid, stupid things. Tell me enough, that I shouldn't, but I still will. I just don't understand, that's all.

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