I closed my eyes for a few seconds, took a deep sigh. When I opened my eyes, he was still studying my face. I think he was trying to work out what I was feeling or thinking, but I didn't think I could easily let him do that. My anger wasn't exactly against the green-eyed man I don't remember. I thought that this anger was against me and that I could not get rid of this anger in any way. In fact, I wasn't the one to direct my anger at when I thought everything rationally, it felt like I had a right to direct my anger at everyone but me, but I always chose to be cruel to myself.