I hate pimps and hos

asshole. anger is like a drug coursing through my veins - the adrenaline is making me high. I could hit a bitch. why are people so mean. it makes me want to choke them. i am writing this here and now to avoid jumping in my car to drive through the streets, manic and itching to hurt someone. because only i get hurt on those trips. myself and I and innocent bystanders. i cannot stand this feeling - my skin crawls, i want to tear up someones shit something fierce... and what have they done to me? Not much, but i'm good and pissed off about it. what is this strange knot in the pit of my being? I sincerely wish I was the type one would describe as "nonchalant, liaise-de-fare, laid-back, mellow, go with the flow, level-headed, even-tempered." But alas, alack, I am none of these. erratic, neurotic, some would argue psychotic... please do not complete the list, but use your imagination. i cannot take the small hits to my ego as little lumps that act as growing pains, i want to fight back and with a vengeance. i always make it worse and i always take flack for it - my demeanor always gets the best of me and I always come out the asshole. Even as I've been wronged! (even to the most minuscule degree - but still, it hurts, it stings, ouch) so i fight back, and i get to pay for both the first offence, and then my own knee-jerk reaction to it. which leads me to believe that i should walk away from my offender with my tail tucked neatly behind me. which is NEVER going to happen because I will make everyone around me suffer before I allow my ego to be wounded. I will not take it. they must pay.