No clue!

I think what makes me madder than anything else, is that M is completely clueless about what he has done. "You have the life you've always wanted, you have a furnished home, a family, you don't have to work..." BULLSH*T!!! I work double-time, over-time, and all the time! I have a broken family, and yes, I have a furnished home --that belongs to my parents. Oh, yes all my dreams have been actualized, I can die contented and perfectly at peace with the world. (That is my sarcasm talking, if you didn't notice). Okay, so the journalling and drawing didn't vent out all the anger, but it did help.