Watch me spew poison...Hell knows no fury

I was so angry yesterday that I slammed my cell phone on the table. Not sufficiently appeased, I threw it on the carpeted floor. And I threw my keys on it. I almost stepped on it. Luckily I marshalled control over my emotions in time. I don't want to have to pay for another phone.

Angry with things in general. Myself, most of all. Luckily no one was around. Life is not fair. I want to cry foul. I want to throw things and break things. I want to cut up stuff and hurt people. I want to slap her, spit at her, tear her hair out, throw her into boiling oil. I need a shoulder to cry on.

If your purpose is to punish me, you have accomplished it. Now please come back. It's so corny to say this, but if I have you, the world can go to hell. I hate the holiday season. Why don't this world just disappear?