We have no choice

I yelled at Jack this morning. He had nothing to do with the reason I raged at him, it's all about me and my inability to deal with myself or Eamon missing work. Well, there's actually a lot more to it, but I can't just imprint my thoughts onto the screen so I'll have to impart the information. Mostly, it's me being fearful, generations of fear are upon me. I am a reservoir of anger, anxiety and currently, hormones. There is always a voice in my head telling me I'm being an asshole, and anything but reasonable, yet I furiously carry on with the screamtacular fest. My very own home movie of my memories; lovely.