battle zone

i was fired up yesterday. there was one person that gets under my skin. makes me want to leap out of my chair. and attack. claws out. fangs showing. i would claw this person. get all my frustration out. and then probably feel bad. for a second. no. no. i am not an evil person. not violent. unless. the buttons are pushed. hence why i spent the majority of my childhood attacking brother. locking him out of the house. writing evil notes. putting things in the bottom of his bed. it was war all the time.