Restrained but incoherent venting. Ignore.

I shouldn't be posting now. I really shouldn't. I had an very small argument with someone a couple of hours ago, a conversation that didn't even become particularly heated, and I ended up fucking running out of the band hall as soon as it was an option to do so, and I cried like a motherfucker and I hate crying, and I'm obviously still upset, so I really should not be posting. But... I'm furious and I have to write something down about it.

Goddammit, I don't want to deal with this. I like this person (identity withheld as I know that some people who know him read this journal and I don't want to say anything that might affect anyone else's opinion of him). I consider him a friend. I'd like to continue considering him a friend. And there are a lot of beliefs he could have held that I could have reconciled myself with. Just... not that one, apparently. If you define yourself largely by your religion, that's fine; in fact, I find that quite respectable, especially in someone who's obviously put as much consideration into his faith as this person has. But... rrrrg. I really do want to restrain myself from giving details. I really don't want to make it too clear who I'm talking about.

At the moment, I am a little ball of hate (and also snot, because I've been crying, AFUCKINGGAIN, but never mind that). People can go fuck themselves. No, seriously. All of them. Rrrrg.

Okay, I'm going to sleep. This isn't a Good And Healthy Behavior Pattern. At all.