It's just a phase...

I attempt to convince myself that in reality it is just: a phase.

A phase in which I have no control and I have no meaning of controlling and in reality have no authority to even begin to question its means, meanings and explanations.

In reality I think we all surpass a phase in which everything in our lives plays out to be a drama, everything seems to be the end of the world; when in reality it is nothing more than a simple problem that can be handle as easily as deciding over two choices.

I believe, that this is exactly what is happening with those individuals who are closest to me, those who I call my friends and family and although in no means do I say this is a bad thing; I believe it is a phase in which in ruining my day.

I am sick of hearing negativity, although I am negative. I am tired of anger and pouting, although I am angry. I am done with the flights, the arguments and the disagreements, although I myself participate in them. I want everyone in my utopia to be happy to get along and just to be "friends and family"

It is a phase, in which I am a participant, a supporter and a representative. Although I don't want to question it, I feel as though I need to question my participation in it. Why am I going through a phase? What has cased me this anger and these raging thoughts? I am unable to explain this, but I don't stop searching for an explanation; someone to tell me that this is normal, and that it all will be done by tomorrow. But when reality hits, a timeline is not an option and an answer still remains unclear.