But that's not really me. That's me angry. Still, all I what is to bounce up and down and scream this at the top of my lungs.
I've had very few times (that I can remember) where I've actually thrown some sort of tantrum. I mean, I've also dished out psychotic episodes... but that's different. I think I tend to let my anger surface as this pure, girly hurt. When I get frustrated, I cry. I hate that. More than anything. Because when I'm frustrated all I really want to do is rip the hair out of someone else's head and do many other nasty things... but no. I cry.
Wussy.
So... my repressed anger comes out in my choice of music. Tada. The end.
