I hate when I can feel myself getting angry. Or embarrassed. Or when I realize that I've said something wrong, or I'm at fault for some reason, someway.
Today's been like that. This past week has been like that.
And in my failure, I shall rise.
I feel sick.
But to counteract whatever these growing feelings of anger are, I shall think on pleasant things. I shall fill my mind with them, and create a whole new world while I dream of things that will make tomorrow a little brighter upon my waking.
That would be ideal.