I'm happy to have found something i dislike about you. I'm surprised, really. Earlier on today, i did a compare & contrast. You & him, i now view with equal dislike.
Ironically discontentedly happily angry.
A talk with Jessica calmed the murderous intent. That attention seeking kiddo may have tested me close to my limits.
Words weighing less than a feather.
Here's the scenario that ran through my mind. An argument over his usual antics, a shove leads to a punch leads to a fight when finally he breaks the last straw. From then on, so long as i can, i WILL kill him. Be it shards through his guts or leg of a chair through his throat.
This rage consumes & burns ever so brightly.
With that, i realized i was breathing hard. Somehow the anger had grown. So much so that should the last straw break, it will use me & me willing to be used. When senses return, the amount of anger scares me.
I might be like a leaky ship, solo on the oceans yet unstable, not knowing when it'll give way.
To label me "dangerous" now just as Roslina had, might be right. But anger played no part in the past.
This painful existence.