Happy? Sad? Angry? Revengeful?

What is it about human emotion that is so fickle? One moment it's utter bliss and the next it's mountainous layers of rage heaped one on top of the other.

Yesterday, I could have torn a select group of people from limb to limb unmercilessly and watched them writhe in pain while they died a wonderfully satisfying death -- but today, it's a whole new feeling.

I loathe hope!

It brings with it such expectation and dreams built on fluffly white clouds lined generously with linings of several hues of silver, though all existing in an ever-so fragile bubble only to burst shortly afterwards and lo and behold its the emotion of despair and disappointment. It's a horribly depressing feeling.

Oh! If only I could master these emotions!

"One sheds one's sicknesses in books -- repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them."
- D.H. Lawrence

"The actor becomes an emotional athlete. The process is painful -- my personal life suffers."
- Al Pacino

"There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated."
- Charles Dickens