I have a lot of anger from when I was a child. my dad was verbally/emotionally/mentally abusive and he forced me to go to church where I was scared into believing I was going to hell for stupid stuff like saying gee or gosh. I wasn't allowed to have an opinion and I wasn't allowed to cry. then in my junior and senior years of high school my mom got breast cancer and she was going through menopause. she would get drunk and any little thing would set her off into screaming rages. little things **** me off so much. I can't take a joke and something that is meant to be a joke I usually take too seriously and I let it brew inside me until someone says one little thing and the floodgates open. I get so mad that I want to hurt them. I am so angry inside from church that I have fantasies of blowing up the church I went to and then taking joy from the look of horror on the congregation's faces at the fiery ruins of their church.