Who isn't angry?

I am an angry person…
People do not see it but those who know me know I’m very angry. The reasons for why? There are many reasons: the government with its corrupt ways, the people at school who follow their trends, the school who’s more worried about their cash flow, my family who are driven by drama, my friends who aren’t friends, the people where I live that make fun of me being me. [I’m sick and tired of people doing that.] I’m angry at the person who calls herself my best friend; I’m never treated like one. I’m angry at the government for trying to take away my house. I’m angry at the blonde who always has to make fun of me for the way I talk and who I am. [There is more to that story but that’s for another time…] I’m angry at one of my friends because he obsesses over my cousin who I know he loves but she won’t open her heart. I’m angry at my cousin who won’t open her heart, people do care but she’s ‘too busy’ to ever give others a second thought. I’m angry at her little sister, who I care for deeply, because when she cries I don’t know what to do and I feel like I can’t help. I’m angry at the blade that cuts my boyfriend even though I love him because he tell me he cuts himself because he cares. I’m angry at the on-off friend I’ve had since Freshman year, there is shit I just don’t want to get pulled into again. I’m angry at my first ex-boyfriend because of what he did to me that one summer day when I had a head cold. I’m angry at the next few guys except the current because they all treated me like an item and not a person. I’m angry at ‘Dog-boy’ because he’s leaving. I’m angry at ‘L’ because I know that I’ll never make it in the manga industry but he will. I’m angry at my teachers who can’t accept my hard work in papers and give me a B while the guy next to me is copying and pasting and they get an A. I’m angry at my aunt who treats me like a secretary or maid. I’m angry at my house mate for not helping my aunt with payments for the house. I’m angry at my father for smoking pot and never being there when I need him and being there when I don’t. I’m angry at my mother for trying to have me conform to a life that was not what I wanted. I’m angry at my parent’s divorce because it was the source of my pain and my mother played it off with a,”your over it right?” I’m angry at my stepfather who constantly makes fun of me for whatever I do but then complains when I actually give my opinion about what he does. I’m angry at the person in the mirror, because they seem so carefree to everyone else around them, no one takes them seriously and they can just love…but most of the time its shot down.