if I loose my track, im conscious that a killer could be born- an other me, the other me. Probably it seems too much , but its not .. cause nothing appeases all this anger and hate inside me , that ruins me

at lunch , i can't tell the anger willingness to squeeze his neck that catch hold of of me. I had to focus , i had to count to 10. I could not avoid to squash the grapes on my hands as i looked down ; couldn't look at his dirty and disgusting face anymore. And i still can't