Being Mad

Don't you just hate it when you're mad about something...really really mad about something, even if it's something stupid and small and yet the people around you won't let you be mad. They want to justify every action so that you don't have the right to be mad. It's so frustrating when you're mad and you have nowhere to go and no one to really talk to about that anger. So, blog...it's you.
I'm mad, maaaaad! I want to punch a pillow or scream really loud! I just did cardio at the gym thinking that would make me feel better, but whenever I remember what I'm mad about, I get even more mad! Ahhhh! I'm mad!
Now I'm really hoping that people don't read this blog because it may just turn out to show too much of who I am and how I am feeling about people and things. I am vowing to be as honest as possible in these writings without actually hurting anyone directly. Hence why the names and faces of the alleged mad makers will go unannounced today. However, I feel quite silly since I actually unfriended the mad culprit on Facebook just a few minutes ago. I guess in this digital age, it's one of the few ways to really get back at someone, as insignificant as it is.
I've only ever madly unfriended two people... So, I guess I don't get all that mad too often. But when I do, boy am I MAD!