after the rage

All that rage coursing through your veins feels kind of amazing. You feel strong and powerful and in charge.

But eventually the anger wears off and you just feel alone because the reality is that nobody wants to come visit you or spend time with you which is really their loss because you're awesome and fun and pretty funny.

So you find yourself taking a nap at 6pm on Friday night because there's nothing else to do. And you silence your phone so that you won't be disturbed if someone texts but then you wake up later, look at the phone and realize that was a wasted effort because nobody was texting anyway.

And then you just feel kinda empty so you vow to figure it out once again and find a way to find some happiness by yourself.