Lately, I am so angry. There is so much anger within me that I don’t know what to do with it. Anger fringes the words I speak, the actions that I take. It leaks from my personality, becoming the constant embellishment of the life I lead.
I don’t want to be angry anymore.
I found these girls in one of my sketch books todayThey both look emotionless and have grenades in their hands.
I think the idea was, these women are trying so hard to hold in their anger and frustration, that if they open their eyes for a moment or show one small sign of emotion they will explode.
(tread carefully flower girl!)