Off Days

I hate being angry. When I was younger, I used to love it. It made me feel like the musicians I aspired to be, which made me feel cool I guess. Now I can't stand it. The irony of that, I suppose, is that seeing as I was just poser angry as a kid, I could've easily snapped out of it if I wanted to. Now, the more I try to make myself not angry, the worse I get. Thank fuck for alcohol.

The problem, for me, with being angry is it makes the world look horrible. Sometimes I'll walk around and everything looks amazing and I want to photograph everything, but in a bad mood, the world looks just awful. Which, as an aspiring person with a camera, is quite annoying.

There's a metaphor in this little tree sprout rising from the rotting carcass of another tree. Either that or I need to go to the Forest Temple and see Saria.