I'm not in touch with all the anger I have.
That was a fucking expensive conclusion to pay for. Cost quite a bit.
Let me tell you about how "not in touch with it" I am. Self-hate is a pretty good one. Hating the thought of seeing your friends, because you don't want to hear their bullshit condolences and false compliments. Fucking comments you'd tell a beggar, or a retarded child. "Chin up! You're great!". Fuck off. I know where I stand, I know what station in life I'm at. I know what caste I live in.
And I deal with it.