Even the nicest people have their limits. My father had always said that. People are complex creatures, they laugh and they cry and they hate and they hurt but they're strong. I've met a few people that got angry at little, unimportant things that mattered to no one, not even themselves. They would scream at someone for chewing too loudly, or would put their fist through a wall because the were woken up too early by a noisy neighbour. Then there are the people that bit their ting and hold it all inside until they're alone in the safety of their bedroom. Then they scream and cry and throw things as they please because they know nobody is watching. And then there's the worst kind of person. The kind that takes their anger out on others; hitting and hurting and murdering. I never thought I'd be one of those people.