muscles tightened. fists clenched. veins throbbing. i could feel my blood pressure rising. i was so angry. so mad. i wanted to use my fists. for some reason i did not. when i was alone, i punched my wooden fence till my knuckles throbbed. it wasnt enough. i really wanted to break something. for some reason thats the only way i can really be satisfied once im angry. but i could not punch any more holes in the walls. so i ripped up my cardboard packaging box for my harry potter books, and went inside to watch some internet videos. im starting to get mad just thinking about it.
i want a wall, that i can just punch when im mad.
i hate that people can rile me up so much. that i let things persist and that it builds up to a point where i dont want to be at. i say nothing and i do nothing, and instead my blood just boils. sometimes i think i need to take a break from people. i was thinking that today. i should have listened to myself.
peace
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