Lately, I’ve found myself wanting to let my frustrations lash out, but there’s really no one to inflict that on, and there is certainly no one I talk to deserves such a thing. So… where does that leave me? Should I just scream at Heaven?
I have an odd set of morals. I try to maintain a high standard, the kind of standard my grandmother would be proud of since she influenced my life so much. I don’t think I’ve been doing that. You see, she was about as devout