Sometimes A Punch Doesn’t Say Enough…

[lvl_hybrid]

I’m really trying my best not to get angry at the little things anymore, but unfortunately once in a while the old me comes raging to the surface like vomit tightly packed in a struggling esophagus that refuses to let it up. You know what I’m talking about, that feeling you get when you’re just moments from throwing up and you just don’t want to,

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I have one thing to say to you-

[zalysluggite]

I missed reading your journal entries.

[caitsith4]

... dude, d--
you got raped, didn't you?
No it's okay, you can tell me.

[theodoric_yerth]

I don't blame you for the biting- Grabbing the wheel while in motion is NOT cool. Face punching is also not kind. Shoved into chairs and such would earn a kick from me, it would hurt.
Throwing a book out of the car, IN THE RAIN.. that falls under on of the pet peeves that gets right up under my skin. Probably shove her out while in motion, then back over them while going back for the book, dodging through traffic. Then again, purposefully damaging books is one of my rage triggers, but kick her for me anyway.
More importantly direct your anger/energies toward whomever has not repaired your sunroof, and never give this person a ride for some time. Appologies are good.
Jeeze, just a torrent of water, wouldn't have (and didn't) kill her. While sharing might be nice, demanding things like a brat doesn't garner the sharing spirit.