I guess my worst would be back, oh about 20 years or so ago now, when I was out with some people. They sort of went off together. Jealous and with no where to go, I just went wandering around town ranting at the world. I found myself outside a church (I was raised catholic but don't practice it at all). I was ranting, crying by this time, trying to get in, hoping to find someone inside to help me but the doors were locked.

I went around to the rectory, but despite trying to break in (without doing any damage to the place) and making all kinds of noise, climbing the on top of the porch railing to see if i could get onto the roof and trying all the windows, no one showed up to find out what was going on... I felt alone in the world (it was about 3 am and the streets were empty. So there I was, bawling and yelling, but I guess even at that it wasn't too bad because I eventually ran out of steam and just went home. I've been pretty lucky that's about the worst I have to relate I guess. Although I did put my fist thru an interior door in an apartment I lived in once.

It's strange, but there have been many times recently where i would have liked to totally destroy everything in my apartment but somehow I just don't. The feeling is so strong I am shaking, but I just sit here, repressing it. I don't know if that's good or bad, but apparently, things could be a lot worse.