I made you mad. So then you answered my questions. I'm finding that the only way to truly get answers from you is to make you angry. Maybe it's because you are so destructive, you are like a F5 tornado ripping through the houses we've built. You are like hurricane Katrina, showing no mercy on my heart, your waves of anger pounding into my body. You very much remind me of the earthquakes that shake and rattle the earth like you shook my soul so furiously I can still feel it shaking even when you pried your hands off of it. I made you mad.