Rants in my pants

Something happened yesterday that made me truly angry and upset, and I had spent the afternoon kicking the furniture and ranting to myself. I was due to go to a PV in the evening, but I had decided against it, feeling far too miserable.

I realised, though, that I wouldn't get it out of my system if I stayed in, so showered, changed, and arrived in time to catch the last 20 minutes or so. Earlier I had been granted "permission to sulk for a little while" which had made me laugh. Then there at the PV, and in the pub afterwards, friends were so supportive, and angry for me, that it made a huge difference.

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