Insomnia Breeds Hatred

I cannot sleep, it's 2:00 am. I have spent the last hour reminiscing about the 2 or 3 people who have treated me like trash in my professional life. All I feel is a flood of anger drowning me and I wish I could act upon it. What good does it do to torture myself this way? None. Those bitches probably don't even remember my name and yet, years later, I am still fuming. I can't help it-- it actually feels good to be so angry for once. Doesn't happen often. I can't wait to get the chance to stand up for myself in some future situation. I have never had the ability to do that in my lifetime. I hate confrontation and I hardly ever get angry. But, when I do, watch out. What's been pent up for years is unleashed and shows no mercy.