I feel very relieved. After a few days of mounting depression and frustration, I spent my entire study hall and math class writing a four-page (back and front) rant directed mainly at a person I'm frustrated with but also expressing a lot of the frustration I've felt with myself and my life. I felt a lot better after writing it. Honestly, while my hand was racing across the page I almost went into a kind of trance. It felt kind of good to be writing on paper again too. I do a lot by computer nowadays, but the truth is that it isn't the same as a pen for me. Ink-stained hands have always been a part of my identity. When I was done I didn't feel as mad at her anymore either, although I think this is probably going to bug me for a long time.