Tonight as I sat at my computer.
I watched a video.
A young boy had died in his father's arms, the victim of a terrorist bomb, whispering for help with his last breaths.
I don't know why, but i pounded my fist on the desk.
It was just so unfair.
I released months of pent up anger by doing something i haven't done for years.
I cried.
I sat there at my computer desk, by myself at 1 in the morning, and cried.
All the frustration, anger, it all came out at once.
And then it was over, i breathed easy.
Call me emo, call me whatever you wish.
But it was something i feel I really needed.
Don't be ashamed to vent your frustration if you need to.
Thanks for reading.

Holler if ya hear me!!


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