Anger in a Nutshell.

"...write what you're passionate about." they told me. It was a pretty obvious concept, considering it was a persuasive speech I was supposed to be writing. It should be a lot easier to get up infront of the judges and preach about what you believe in. What you're passionate about. Unfortunately, I don't remember the last time I was passionate about something.
Only now, after meeting him, am I capable of putting names to my feelings and figuring out whether I know myself as well as I think I do.
It took me a whole month to come up with what I was most passionate about.
My dad called it bullshit.
My mom said it made me look dumb, but I couldn't help but wonder whether she meant that. My dad can't critique without yelling and I figured my mom was backing him up for a reason..
I guess I don't look as dumb anymore.
Just wait 'till I tell them I don't believe in God.