Ever get so mad at someone

that you want to hit their face with a crowbar? I have. I'm bad about not dealing with my anger until I just want to explode with it.

 

I use a crowbar often..for various reasons..I have imagined what it would be like to hit someone in the grill with one...it would do some serious damage..but that is just my imagination, nothing that I would ever really want to do to someone..only if they were to mess with my daughters..then, it is on.

 

I've always wanted to punch someone in their face as hard as I could. I will some day

my anger used to be really bad. REEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYY bad.
the last straw was when I took my 40 pound backpack off of my back and threw it as hard as I could at Andy's face because he wouldn't stop talking. I figured if I knocked his head off he would shut the fuck up.

then I went on meds for a while.

 

last time I was angry, real, legitimate angry, I wanted to tear someone or something apart, I didn't care how. who didn't matter much. I had a red mist cloud my vision.

I was so afraid of my own anger I just sat still, shaking, until I could control myself enough to just hit things I wouldn't damage. I haven't been angry since, because it's just so terrifying to be so close to losing control entire.

 

not in the face, where's the satisfaction in that?

now the kneecaps, that's a fantasy i've had about several people.


although i did dream a couple nights ago that i got really pissed and killed someone by smashing his face repeatedly with a frying pan...

 

I feel like this often.

 

Yea. I'm aweful about letting shit build up, then exploding taking it out on anyone around.... this bitch at work is really eating at me, I'm sure I'm going to flip out on here soon... it's just building up.

Why what's up?

 

Hahahaha! I was told that I needed to find other ways to vent my frustration and learn to cope with my emotions. Like I have time for that.

 

yea, i have. i don't do it. instead i go to the gym, or i go swimming

 

I'm pretty good at only taking it out on the person that is making me angry.

 

it was go on the medication and learn to deal or else fucking destroy all around me

one night i got so angry that i went outside and there was a small pooltable thingie there. I started throwing it around and screaming and shouting. the kids were inside, peeking out the windows, scared. the neighbor saw too and her hubby....they decided I was just on my cycle. they were right

 

PMS is dangerous..and never mention PMS in a females presence when they are freakin out..only if you want to die..haha

 

absolutely. don't tell us there is something wrong with us when we are being crazy...you will likely lose something.

 

that is a road I know not to go down...

 

I've done something like it... there was an old dresser we were throwing out, I was pissed and and busting it up with a baseball bat. I felt a little better.

They say I need mood stabilizers and blah blah... I say fuck em.

 

I felt better too

don are you still married?

 

i've attacked a fence post with a tree branch for two hours....

I've taken fifteen dollars worth of $0.25 mugs, and hit them with a golf club

and when I was in middle school I beat a kid with a book (which he had hidden from me thinking it was a great laugh) until someone carried me off him....

I wasn't suspended, but they marked me present for the last four days of school, even though they requested I not be.

apparently he cried a lot.

 

what? you hit 60% of a mug?


my greatest moment of rage was not actually caused by anything really... i ended up breaking basically everything in my apartment, by either throwing it or putting my fist through it.

it was stupid, but it also provided me with about a week's worth of pleasant handyman-type work to fix everything

 

I've ripped up an ex's favorite shirt. I shredded it up into tiny pieces and gave it back to him in a brown paper bag. (He cheated on me with a "friend".)

In middle school, one of the jocks and my history teacher had to pull me off of my best friend. She was mad at me for some reason and was spreading lies that I was a junkie whore. I wasn't even written up. The jock who happens to be one of my friends now (wasn't then) was told to hold me down in the hall until I cooled off. My best friend and I were besties again three days later. haha

 

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