It came back again tonight.

The old rage, and urge to rush to violence. As per usual (with only rare exception), I didn't want to hurt people, outside of myself.

I don't really know where this destructive desire comes from.

But I know that letting myself get upset doesn't help it. Now my knuckles hurt, and nothing's changed. I should consider myself lucky I didn't cause any damage.

Why do I post about crappy things? Why do I go on about bad things in my life?

It just makes everyone thing my life is way suckier than it actually is. And when I look back at the website, I just think, "Man. My life used to be really lame."

And that's not the case.

I need to remember the positives more.

So:

Starfarers is not yet dead.

I've got the idea for my next SR game already halfway finished.

I've got one or two sessions left in my Apocylpse!!! campaign.

I was approved for the new apartment (I move in on Thursday).

My friends are really awesome.