I really thought I got over my angry writing phase after seventh grade. (I try to block that year from my memory.) However, yesterday and today I went on an angry writing spree.
Yesterday, I wrote two personal essays. The first was supposed to be angry. The second was not but I figured out fairly quickly that it was me getting my frustrations out.
I was exhausted before dinner from my writing spree. I wrote my first essay in under thirty minutes and my second in under an hour. I thought that I would be able to avoid it today. Wrong!
Due to a variety of deaths, everyone at my campus is rather depressed. Today, we heard about three more deaths in the past week. I spent thirty minutes of chapel writing two very angry poems about life, death, and Elijah. The chapel was on Elijah and it was very good. However, I was reminded of some sermons that were not so good on Elijah and it just made me mad.
So, I am emotionally exhausted. I feel cleaner in my soul for getting all of this junk and poo out of there, but it is just a sleep inducing process.
I have no idea how one of friends can fill a whole journal of angst poetry. I also do not understand how writers (such as Louisa May Alcott) could write in such hurricanes of emotion.
Until Our Next Meeting,
The Lost Writer of Rohan