Feb 25, 2022
1 min read
At times, I wish I could feel enraged about something. I crave something to make me feel shocked, appalled, and, frankly, disappointed.
Something that triggers an emotional burn in me so white it blinds me to all logic and reason.
Something that makes me want to paint a sign, raise my fist, scream out loud, and rage against the machine.
Alas, I have nothing.
No fury, no fun.
I feel so cheated.
