Time has a way of changing things

No wonder people can get so fascinated by time. I've been wanting to write something that's been on my mind for a few days, yet there has been so many obstacles. I was on holiday, I wanted to write it well, I didn't know how to write it. And I didn't wanna refer to anyone. Yet I also needed enough anger to well up in me, despite the rapid flushes that occur so frequently, a little too frequently. It makes me think, if those things that anger me truly mean something.

2011 has passed so quickly. I've made many mistakes, yet I've learnt a lot (tho it could have been more)..

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..yup that's a bucket of cold water. Come to think of it, at this point in time, I really feel like buckets of cold water are being thrown over me. It makes me want to become a fish. How do I persuade God to let me become one? I'm so angry. Yet am I angry at the people who throw those buckets of water, or myself for not being able to persuade Him. The line between those two seems to be so thin once I think of it. I had thought it was those people who threw those buckets of cold water.

I had wanted to write, that it was so ironic that I can be so angry at one person yet can't get that angry. I guess many things can be ironic. Well everything I guess, since particles have their own anti-particles. This confusion hadn't really frustrated me tho. It was just something at the back of my mind.

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Well, I've finally written this. And I understand now. It's hard but I'm gonna try hard.
Writing has a way of solving things.
Time is just the medium.
And you're the writer.