I’m angry too. Always have been. When I was young, I was depressed and angry with the world or God for making feel like shit all the time. For abusing me and others.

Now as an adult I am depressed and angry because we could have a good life on this rock if people decided to do so. Pretty much all of the suffering that is endured by everyone of the planet only exists because some other people desire it to. They get something from all of the suffering. They are fulfilled by it.

And that makes me angry. It infuriates me that the nice and gentle and kind have always been too meek and mild to prevent evil from stomping through everything.