Ira

Ira, wrath. There are, of course, vastly different manifestations of anger, and they affect us in various ways. The particular one I'm feeling now is a dull, distant anger. It's almost like I'm standing on the edge of a pit and feeling the wrath radiating from the angry beast imprisoned within.

I had chosen not to face the beast, and left it thrashing wildly around in some corner of my soul. Every now and then something will remind me of my, stupidity.

Looks, my dear self, aren't everything. Knowing me, I'll probably fall into the same shit when the right set of circumstances present themselves.

Some people never learn, and unfortunately where this is concerned, I am probably chief among them.

Yes, I am.