Sometimes, I really really really really (times infinity and maybe you still wouldn't get there) want to kill my brother. I should think he's the only person in this world who can get my so riled up, and I can feel the anger inside of me, literally. It's like a fire burning up my chest, and when that happens, please steer clear of me. I was so furious just now, I tried lying in my bed and sleeping, but I was so disturbed and angry, that I had to do something, and resorted to ironing clothes. A more productive way of channelling my anger, but I need to control my temper. I wonder where I get my violent urges from, my parents aren't like that.

I shall take up meditation or something.