[b]the rage... is building inside of me.[/b]

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Brittany2907
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30 Jul 2007, 3:42 am

I completely understand where you are coming from, Kris94.

I feel like that everyday, and everyday more and more rage I feel, but do not let out.

Here is something completely harmless to try, in which you wont hurt anyone or yourself.

Try thinking of everything bad in you're life while you're inside of you're bedroom. Try and bring all of you're rage to the surface. Then hit the matress of you're bed, you're pillow, or something else soft (not a person).

Even though this may only provide temporary relief, it does work, I do it.


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30 Jul 2007, 8:41 am

if a girl hits a boy,they should not be treated any better than if its a boy doing the hitting,girls are not more different or special than boys,so why should a girl get away with being nasty to a boy.
the nasty [AS] lady am live with is very nasty to the boys who live here,she hits them and throws things at them,the boys never hit back at her,when she tries anything with me,she does not get any special treatment [am female to].



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08 Aug 2007, 2:02 am

I'm sorry but I have to agree. A guy must never hit a girl. It doesn't have to make sense but there it is. But What if. . .
You pulled a John Wayne and bent her over your knee? Humiliation is far more persuasive.
When did smacking a woman when she was hysterical go out of style?
Most of the beatings in my life were from my mother. After a while you get to knw somenes moves plus why does she think I begged for Korean Boxing lessons? It got to the point that she would give up out of frustration. Couldn't lay a hand on me. But then there was the telephone, my lunchbox, an iron skillet . . .