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I Have Realized that There Are Only 2 Emotions
And the one you decide to choose can determine your entire life
An uncontrollable rage bubbles within me and I spit back poison at him. He looks dumbfounded. Everyone looks dumbfounded. I bore his toxic jeering for as long as I could. But there’s only so much that a person can bear.
A second later, he recovers himself, grabs me by my collar, snatches my water bottle, and flings it on the ground with all his might, shattering it to smithereens. “Ha! How’s that eh? That should teach you, bloody wuss.” he spits before walking away with a satisfied smile on his face.
I don’t remember how long I stood there, it could have been 5 minutes or 15. Trembling with rage, I trudge back home, lock myself up in the bathroom and pummel the walls with tears streaming down my face until my knuckles drip with blood.
I hated him, them, myself, and my life. If only I could show them.
If only I could be on the other side.
The Root of All Negative Emotions
A year or so later, my wish came true — I became a bully myself.
“Earlier, I hated them, now, I was hated and in both cases, I hated myself.”
