It is wise to direct your anger towards problems - not people; to focus your energies on answers - not excuses ~ William Arthur Ward

Dear Dylan,

When this whole mess started, I was feeling sad, ashamed, lost and even desperate. But right now, I'm consumed by anger. I can feel it sizzling through my veins, urging me to act, to do anything.

I should be scared of the moment that fire grows too wild and I lose total control, but instead it's giving me a surge of power I never knew I had.

I know that in the end, this fire will turn against me and burn me. I know that when I crash down, I will drown in ashes, and choke on the smell of my burning dreams. I know that I'll regret everything I did and said. It's wrong, and yet it feels so right.

I have no idea why I'm still writing you letters that you might never read. Perhaps, it gives me an unusual kind of reassurance that we're still connected somehow. Or maybe, it's just my way of fooling myself that I'm actually talking to you. Either way, it used to keep me sane.

This time though, the madness is still intact.

I got to let it out,

Sincerely yours,

Cheryl

I wonder what Cheryl has in mind :)