“It was gross. All those years I’d so neatly compartmentalized things. Tucked Anger away in a box. Folded up my feelings and stowed them in the overhead compartment like a good passenger on the airplane of life. Allowed the rage to simmer only long enough to heat my cheeks but never long enough to burn down the prison I was trapped in.” FeelingsAirlineFemale Rage Book:All I Want For Christmas Is A Cryptid Source: All I Want For Christmas Is A Cryptid