I was at the library, standing behind some woman checking out a pile of paperbacks (probably romance novels, if I had to guess), and for a split second, I just wanted to SCREAM at her. Not just a scream, but a string of the most vile, unholy insults I could conjure up, just to see what would happen. Where does that even come from? I spend all my days worrying about Mum, making sure she's comfortable, that her pills are taken... and then I imagine telling some stranger they’re a goddamn useless waste of space. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I just stood there, completely still, but inside… a riot.