Who else /angry/ here? I wish I could just kill them all slowly and painfully. Just beat each and every one of them to death with a blunt object and bathe in their blood. A gun just seems too kind and merciful.
OP I have some trouble with my emotions, but especially anger. I've had this deep, irrational hatred, frustration and irritation for most people all my life, without any adequate outlet for these feelings. When people do anything to actually warrant my anger (pic related, for example, or something as minor as someone cutting me off in traffic, or as major as my parents directly causing my little brother to kill himself), I completely fly off the fucking handle. I've done horrible things to try and feel better, no normal coping methods seem to help. I feel like an edgy teenager that never grew out of their emo phase. I'm 24 now, trying to live a life of my own and it feels almost impossible when I have to constantly battle the nearly overwhelming urge to berate, attack, torture and kill nearly everyone I see. I know that these are not rational feelings but I can't seem to get control of them, only shove them down until they boil over and ruin my life again. I've had to start over so many times.
I didn't mean to ramble but fuck, I'm really hoping someone else here understands and has some advice.
My life has literally been nothing but cold, bitter, hatred.
All I feel is contempt for the fellow man, I hate this world so much.
How many normalfag souls do you need to exchange to be transferred to the anime world after you die?
Are you sure that's anger?
I get the same cravings sometimes.
Undirected passion has a way of bending backwards into cynicism. It's good you're not shying away from it though... honestly it's best to bring these things out into the light where a person can keep an eye on it.
Every time I see a pack of black people attacking someone I get really fucking angry. Every time some nu-male spouts #BlackLivesMatter on twitter it makes me even angrier.
I drove through the town where my father grew up and found my Grandma's old house. It was literally overrun with these animals. Couches, bikes, and trash strewn in the yard, and about 6 or 7 of them sitting on the porch smoking and making noise. The once-beautiful brick townhouse is in complete disrepair. The windows are boarded up, the mortar is cracking, and the paint is peeling off the trim. This is the house where I spent Christmases as a kid, where I rode bikes with my cousins and climbed trees. I remember helping my Grandpa redo the roof one summer in grade school.
I don't know how many times I've thought about marching right down to that old house and wasting every single worthless animal that inhabits it. That's Grandma's house, not theirs. Black lives don't matter one single bit to me.
I don't know why I just typed all that.
I know the feeling. I'm 30 years old now, my grandfather died when I was 9 or 10. On Easter the whole family would go over there and he'd hide eggs for the kids around the front and back yards. He had a husky mix dog that we would walk around the neighborhood around sunset and he'd tell me about fishing, hunting, hiking and a lot of stuff I can't really remember.
The area is 90% Mexican now. The Tastee Freeze he used to take me to is a taco stand. The pizza place we'd order from sometimes is a liquor store now. His house is basically a wreck; I'd bet money that illegals are living there.
White neighborhoods of the past are better than "multicultural" neighborhoods of today. As a little kid I used to be able to skate around the neighborhood. As a grown man I wouldn't get out of my fucking car even in broad daylight.
And it all only took 20 years.