I was mad last night. I was so angry I couldn’t think about anything but how angry I was. I hated myself, and I hated Sean for being unable to say anything constructive, and I hated my life.

The reason I mention this is that I know I felt those feelings, so strongly that I’m pretty sure I was consumed by them…but by the end of the night, the feelings were gone, and now they seem so alien that it’s like I never felt them at all.