In the seventh grade I tried to stab a kid with a pencil because he was picking on me. I remember it quite well. We were in art class, and we'd gotten into a shoving match before class, but we both sat down when class began. Later on, when we'd started our work, he started up again. I tried to ignore him this time, even when he started throwing paper balls at me, but when he took my drawing from me while I was working, I lost it and tried to stab him.
I haven't really had any instances where I've lost control like this since, but I get the urge to lash out sometimes, and it scares me. I get really scared I might actually hurt someone sometimes, because at heart I'm a really peaceful person, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did.
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