anger is a secondary emotion; it comes from other places. we are angry when we are actually hurt, when we are actually scared, when we are actually tired. you have been carrying this white heat with no name for so long - and i understand. there are many horrible things in this world, and you have had to take each of them by yourself. one by one. how many injuries lie in your past ? how many times have people told you to be quiet ? to be better behaved ? to be palatable ? they will tell you that you are too much, but, my little warrior - your anger is your soul, telling others that you deserve better. you do deserve better. love that little fire of yours, but do not let it burn you. let it expose what it must, and then regrow tenderly.