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

But angry? “I have not been angry at you. Frustrated over your blunders, sure, but not angry. The only time I have been angry with you was when I found out that you were going on a date with that deli-boy.”

. Angry that Annalia is still dwelling in the past and finds it hard to move on and she still doesn't want any help. Sad for the same reason as to why I am angry. I exhale and continue to walk. It would definitely take sometime before I go back home. I really wonder how she is doing.I take a U-turn still having no idea of where I am going to, I just want to walk until I feel that I am calm. I've been known for having trouble with managing my anger and honestly it really isn't a pleasant sight. It has broken most of the friendships and relationships ships that I have had in the past, most at times it always gave me the confidence I needed to say some very ugly words which were quite unpleasan

My anger is a storm raging inside me, and I can’t seem to control it. “ What were you thinking? Standing so close to him? Didn’t I tell you I don’t like it, Elita?! ” I snap, my voice harsher than I intended. She doesn’t answer, and the silence only fuels my frustration. It rises to a dangerous level, pushing me to remind her of what happens if she keeps pushing my buttons. I hate how I lose control, but she should hate making me lose control too.

Her eyes look behind my shoulder and see my disheveled state and the shattered glasses around as proof. "Do I look okay?" I snap, my frustration still boiling. I’m really not in the mood to play house right now! She ignores my outburst and steps inside, "I know it's tough, but getting angry won't change anything." she says flatly as she turns to me. Being angry changes everything! Anger is fuel for my plans. I need it to execute them mercilessly as I take what is rightfully mine. "Oh, really? You think I should just sit back and let them ruin my life?" I retort, bitterness lacing my words.

I felt like all my anger vanished within a jiff as I melted when he said he liked me. After we pulled from the kiss, I punched lightly on his shoulder. "What was that for?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "If you intended to say you like me, then why didn't you answer at that instant when we were in the park?" I questioned him and pouted. A bright smile formed over to his lips. "If I had said at that time, then would I be able to see your anger?" When he realized I was about to push him away, he added, "You look extremely hot when you get angry. Such a turn-on."

"So, what do you want to talk about?" She was usually a very gentle person, but she would turn into a completely different person when she was in a bad mood or angry. Stubborn and angry, she would let out all her anger. Aaron had been with her for a long time, so he knew her well. Right now, he could tell she was angry, very angry.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” I scream, letting my emotions take over me, I’m blindsided by my rage. “You act high and mighty, when I tell you something you don’t listen; but when you tell me something you expect me to listen” I scoff as I eye him up and down. Normally I’m not the type to lose control of my emotions, they are usually in check; I can’t remember the last time I got angry. Usually when I’m angry, I just walk away from the situation and come back to it at a later time when I’ve cooled down.

Because I'm not happy every we meet. I would have turned my back on him to go across the street to lie in wait. When he stopped me in my arm. I close my eyes in annoyance. This man really pisses me off. I can really kick him. I took my arm hard from him and he let go and my eyes glazed over that I could almost kill him when I thought about it again. "It's your problem?!" I feel so much anger in my heart right now for this man. My blood is really heating. I feel like boiling.

"But son you need to..." "Don't make me repeat myself mother!" I roared angrily, as I sprang up, and faced her, my whole body enraged. I don't like being like this to her, I don't like hurting her, but she should understand that I'm not myself now, and talking about food to me, should be the last thing she should be thinking of.

Even though my face was clean of mud, my feelings remained muddled. Jack caught up and still wanted to speak to me, but he abandoned that thought when he saw my furious expression. He was familiar with my temper. I would lash out like a cat when I got angry. He knew not to provoke me when I was in a bad mood. Otherwise, he would get more than just yelling. This allowed me to be alone.