When I don't feel like writing something, I write anything.

I am feeling too lazy/under-motivated/frustrated to write anything proper, so I'll just write whatever comes to mind.
I watched Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince today and loved it - it's better than all the previous movies put together. Of course, it differs from the book here and there but it's still great. Despite being so dark and serious, it has beautiful light moments, romantic moments. And everyone's performances are exceptional, distinct from the ones in the previous movies.
Considering that I enjoyed the movie so much, I should be in a much better mood. But yet, I feel lazy/under-motivated/frustrated. It's a feeling that had been gone so long I was beginning to celebrate its permanant absence. But it turns out the feeling is like the rain - it strikes unexpectedly. It makes me want to explode because I can't stand the hot anger quietly simmering within me. It's a familiar kind of anger that usually tranforms into sadness and eventually disappears back into my heart/mind (whichever it came from). Who exactly is it directed at? I'm not sure. Myself, perhaps. Because I find that chastising myself is easier than chastising whoever actually deserves it.
Please God, I don't want to feel this way anymore. I've had enough. Please. Make me what I used to be. I hate the stranger that I've become.

p.s. Feelings aside, I quite like that line: 'stranger that I've become'. Wow, smetimes, I even impress myself. :p