Ire.

I had opened this page up and thought that all the anger and vitriol that had found its way into my heart in the last 24 hours would come pouring out in this page, and now that I am writing, I realize that there is simply... Nothing.

I mean, I am still very angry. I am still hurt. But that is it. That is all it is, and the fact that I was hurt enough to want to write about it, is proof that this person, who does not deserve another piece dedicated to them, has still somehow managed to evoke an unwanted emotion in me.

I am angry, because I don't think I deserve what I have gotten so far, I am angry at so many things, but of this one, I am most angry, because it has taken me back to a place I did not wish to go. And so the best way to describe this feeling, is ire... It is intense, and it hurts.

However, this person does not deserve another writing from me, and so I will keep this short, because my part, I suppose, is not to dwell on the pain, but on the lesson behind the pain, that I must, again, remember to choose myself, and my peace, above all things. And to think only the right things, of myself and of only things I want to see grow in my life...

Philippians 4:8 (KJV)

"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."