Sometimes it's nice to get angry. At least to understand that the one you're actually angry at is yourself. For... still trying.
And it may be that I've been consuming too much comics lately, but sometimes you can almost see the lines form around you while you're walking down the street.
I may be too full of myself, but it takes me to turn something ugly with a twisted smile into acceptance and a smile that is… serene, if not actually kind.
Which is nice.