(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
I have a lot of reasons to be angry, trust me, a lot, yes more than you.
What I do when I’m angry is I isolate and listen to the kinda music that heals me. I imagine buying a dozen of eggs and throwing it on the car of the person I’m mad at. I imagine a real life confrontation where I end up throwing my drink at them and asking them to go fuck themselves.
Sometimes when it’s beyond my control, I scream. (I’m working on this, WIP)
If none of the above works, I write, cry and talk to God.
Did you notice I don’t choose violence or self harm? Because this is something that I don’t believe in.
Few years ago, I would text the person I’m mad at and wish karma on them. But I’m past that stage. Because God saw everything with me and he has decided it for them.
rachana rajan <3 