Bile.

There’s just this feeling that arises from the deepest depths of my stomach. I squirm in irritation and disgust. I’m almost repulsed. For how long? Why can’t I be indifferent? Is it not in my temperament to be so? Sometimes I think I’m too spirited for my own good.

There are moments when I really want to do something drastic. Like shout at someone hard. So that they know exactly what’s on my mind. And they don’t dream of acting stupid again. Or shake people violently hoping that it would rattle their brains enough to get them to actually function. Maybe shouting at people would actually cause them to blink at me even more stupidly, and shaking people would just get them dizzier than they are. Aaarrrghhh.