“WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!” I demand, my voice echoing through the room as I slam the phone down on the table. My patience, already frayed by a day full of endless frustrations, snaps like a taut wire under too much pressure. This is the third time this week that an unknown number has called, and each time, there's nothing but silence on the other end. I can feel my blood boiling, my face flushing with anger. It's infuriating! How dare someone intrude into my life like this, hiding behind a veil of anonymity, refusing to speak? Are they some cowardly prankster or a malicious stalker, getting their kicks from my irritation? My mind races with possibilities, each one more maddening than the last. The sheer audacity of it! I don't have the time or the mental bandwidth to deal with this nonsense, yet here I am, consumed by it. WHO THE HELL IS THIS?! I want answers, I need answers, but all I have is this infuriating silence that mocks me with every unanswered call. My hands are trembling with a mix of rage and frustration, and I can barely think straight. Whoever it is, they've managed to burrow under my skin, turning my day from bad to worse with a single call. This has to stop, and it has to stop now.
