I'm starting to wonder if I will ever stop being angry. The feeling hasn't subsided; it's only grown worse as time has passed. It seethes below my thoughts, ready to spring out any time my brain is less than fully-occupied. I know that's not exactly the healthiest reaction to everything I've been through, but what *is*? Acceptance? Is it not self-compromising to accept injustice, to say that I shouldn't be angry?

I suppose if I were to become a Reader's Digest Very Special Story I'd sublimate my anger into a positive crusade to reform the judicial system into one that no longer relies blindly on provably-unreliable eyewitness testimony, but I'm far too cynical (and busy, I have a life to live, thanks) to become a crusader. But then, what DO I do with all this anger?