It's when you feel so angry that you can't even breathe. You don't want to open your mouth and speak because you know that no matter what you say or who you're talking to things would get ugly. You can't whisper. You can't drink. You don't want to eat. You're afraid that too much energy would give you enough power to move things with your mind, to break things with only your thoughts. Your eyes are blood red and your mind speaks to you, telling you to hit something or someone, make them hate you, kill them, but you ain't listening. The fact of the matter is you can't even hear them.

You're that angry!

What you need is a punching bag, even though you know you won't touch it. You know that you'll only hook it up to the ceiling and stare at it, picture it doing things that would only make you hate it even more.

That fuckin' punching bag!!

At this moment, all you need is rage to survive.