Today I write because it is often too difficult to express in spoken word for fear of being seen as too emotional, angry, upset, which is terribly rude and unbecoming for a lady. FUUUUUCKKKKK YYYOOOOUUUU! I have wanted to rage for days. The deep burning rage rising up, like a premenstrual time bomb ready to explode her fucking anger all over the pretty white linens. I am angry. But not at any one thing specifically, but rather at my own staying quiet for too damn long and all