You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry の小説・ストーリー

Yian Mei can’t help but release angry chuckled and pissed off words. "Ha!" ‘This highfalutin people!’ she thought, furious and trembling from much anger. She turned around back to the front, gritted her teeth and couldn't help but clench her hand into a fist because of how angry and insulted she was. Because of how angry she is she can’t help but huff and puff as she breathes in and out, making everyone aware of how angry she was. Iyo can’t help but be worried about her elder sister as well.

“Fine. I mean, I’m not fine. I’m shocked, although I’m getting close to becoming angry. That’s good, right?” “I’d prefer to see an angry Megan than a quiet one, I’ll admit.” Her rose-bud lips turned into a small smile. “I’d have to agree. I don’t like feeling like this. Like I’m out of control…” She shrugged again. “Which is ironic, if you think about it.”

Don’t start dreaming now. “Right,” I said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Don’t worry. I don’t like you. I tolerate you. The way one tolerates a very annoying, emotionally constipated husband.” But I didn't stop there. I was mad and when angry, I tend to lost every inch of fear and rationality.

are all fucking werewolves who could eat my flesh and bones if I get on their bad side? "That's just what you think." I grumbled, my fingers clenching as I clutched unto the crinkling sheets. "But what happens when anger gets the best of them? I've been around my brother for as long as I can remember and every single time he's pissed off, --no matter the cause-- I instantly become a punching bag. I'm pretty sure that if Kasan ever decides he doesn't need you around, you'd be in the same messy position I was in." He flinched at my words and for a second there, it looked as if he actually believed it.

"I don't want to be yours!" Her words shot a surge of anger in me immediately.

Just heavy. “I didn’t mean to throw that pan,” I said finally. “Or… any of it.” Amanda nodded once. “I know.” That surprised me enough that I looked at her again. “You do?” She lifted her eyes then. Just for a second. “Angry people don’t usually plan to be angry.” Something in my chest shifted. “I don’t want to make your life harder,” I said. “Or anyone else’s here. I just....” I stopped myself, shook my head. “I’m bad at being quiet when I feel trapped.”

My My hand is clenched, and my heart feels like it's going to come out in my rib cage because of my anger.

I slammed my hand hard against the table, the sound echoing through the room as the anger inside me finally spilled over. “What is it that you don’t understand?” I snapped. “Is it the part where I said I don’t want you, or the part where I said we can’t be friends?” My voice shook as I continued, grinding my teeth. “I cannot give my heart to anyone else. I am sorry.”

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

I stay back in my room, needing some time to cool off. The anger currently bubbling through me feels like a raging volcano, and I know I'd undoubtedly have an explosive outburst if I walk out of this room in this state. I say a lot of mean shit when I'm angry. I lash out at people who might not necessarily be the cause of my frustration. Since I'm trying to change that habit of mine because it's unfair, I think it's best to leave my room only when I'm feeling less enraged.