I lay on my bed rubbing my sore knuckle. I ha raged about two houses ago. I look at the shattered glass they still lay on the floor of my bedroom. I got up to pick it up. I threw it against the wall shattering it into smaller pieces. I walked out of my room and left the mess for my mom. She cleans up my anger messes a lot. I have them often. They think I need anger management therapy and I probably do but whatever.
