Anger and Why It Fuels Me

As ANYONE that has met me will tell you, I am a very angry person. I don't know why or how this happened. I simply wake up in the morning, look around my room, check what time it is, and once everything clicks in my mind, I just get very mad at everything that I can see, and this powers me through the day like a fist through a baby. My anger is the muscle of my being, and without it I would be powerless. I would have nothing if it weren't for my unlimited anger, and I'm pretty sure that even fewer people would want to hang out with me if I relinquished my anger to a lighter life. I don't think that even I would like me if I were to lead a happy life and settle down to lead a normal life. I'm pretty sure that my loathing of all things happy, sad, ugly, beautiful and generally all things living or dead is what keeps me alive and well.