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Some days I get so angry I can barely breathe. Every noise, every person, every animal, every object just annoys me. I want to scream at every phonecall, kick every door, rip off the leaky faucet off the sink, and completely go off on random people I don't even know. The feeling of complete and utter discontentment sets me off even more because then I feel helpless that I can't make myself happy again. It's not often I completely lose it like this, mostly when I'm under endless stress or when my mother nags me as though there were no tomorrow. What makes us completely lose it like this?
When I feel like this, I feel like I just want to run; get anywhere but where I am right now. Usually, the change of environment changes my mood completely, either that or my running makes me so exhausted I can't do anything but be nearly drugged. Once, when I felt particularly angry, I punched my wall. Stupid, immature, and childish, I know. But I thought, boys do it, why can't I? Surprisingly, I felt better after. As though the pain in my hand alleviated the pain in my chest. I'm not sure if that's healthy or not. Regardless, physical violence never has to be the result of frustration.
Some Suggestions:
Journal, throw pillows, scream in a pillow, vent to a friend, lift weights, run to a park, buy worthless stuff, indulge in spimoni icecream, listen to Dane Cook, watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.
More to come,
Love,
Me

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