Sometimes (all too often) I don’t know what to do with the intensity of my emotions. In this case vehement hatred and fury. Very confusing. Very ugly. My own private hell. Perhaps a sign that I’m under-medicated. Or that I really do need to be more careful in future as to whom I consider to be true friends. Not that there were that many of them to begin with. Not very loving thoughts, granted, but all too real at the moment.