Sometimes, don't you just feel like screaming at the top of your lungs? For no real reason, if only to exhale. Vent. Release.
Do you catch yourself feeling as if you're churning with anger, literally seconds away from spewing venom that's been eating away inside of you?
I know some people who could take their anger and channel it towards something positive. Something beautiful and calm. If you look at them closely, you could see them struggle and win over the rage. Their expressions going from agonized to serene.
I'm different. I take all that anger, all that negativity and just let it fester. I don't let go of it. I don't try and channel it into something positive and calm. No. I hold it in and I hold it in and then one day just let the fury unleash.
And then some poor unsuspecting schmuck would get his heart ripped out because he misspelled my name or spilled a drink somewhere within a 2 mile radius of where I actually am or... I don't know... breathe.
I inherited the fury from my father... it lives inside me. It didn't die along with him. In fact, I think he left me all his unreleased rage and now I'm just a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
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