Toxicity

This anger is toxic, like the poisonous fumes slowly filling the room we live in. Sometimes I wish the gases were carbon monoxide, so I could sleep and forget about it, but that is the nature of the world - anger, until dealt with, has a tendency to fester and unless I adopt some other random strategy - denial, withdrawal, acceptance - a plethora of choices for the taking..

It's time to move on. You've made your choice, and I can see the lines drawn.

You can only take things for granted for so long. I wish you could have seen that sometimes, we all needed you too.

After awhile, it all becomes toxic.