Most times I'm such a quiet guy, calm, peaceable, but at times, in a fit of anger I'm capable of being violent against anything or anybody. It always happens when I'm alone, I never let it get out when people are around in order to not hurt them. So I reach out and grab the closest object to my bed and I spank it, twist it, squash it. And I beat it up as hard as it was me, then I go to sleep and nobody even notice what's going on within. Then I wake up and I am six hours older, six hours darker, six hours sadder.
The next day it could happen again, it doesn't matter because no one will know. Even if they did, it wouldn't change anything.
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