I'm not sure if it's ok to talk about this stuff here but I had a bad day.
Today at my part-time job two kids or teenagers I'm bad at telling age have been harassing me coming by trading swore words and throwing water balloons and stones, they don't dare come inside my shop again after I scared them away with a makeshift flame thrower that one time.
But today was different again they come traded senseless swore words but this time I took their picture planing to file to complaint, they told me to delete but I said I'm not going to, so one of them hit me on the face and run away I was going to instinctively throw back a punch back but the other kid only translated the other kids words and throw some water balloons. (I'm a foreigner so I don't understand the language and neither did the other kid understood me.)
I wanted to so badly punch those cunts but I didn't think that the other kid deserve it after his friend runaway, so warned him to fuck off and not come again. Lucky for me two other kids good ones brought them back and started scolding them, and a police car passed by which even the officer scolded them.
The thing is I keep thinking about how badly I wanted to kill the one who throw the punch consequences be damn and it would be so easy, I got no hope for the future, no strong attachments and it would be so satisfying as a part of me would enjoy the violence of smashing a bottle on that shite and beating him to death.
And I will do it if that shite ever comes to harass me again since my family keeps telling me that the police won't do anything and their minors while I'm a foreigner so I will be in trouble for being an adult beating up kids.
Today at my part-time job two kids or teenagers I'm bad at telling age have been harassing me coming by trading swore words and throwing water balloons and stones, they don't dare come inside my shop again after I scared them away with a makeshift flame thrower that one time.
But today was different again they come traded senseless swore words but this time I took their picture planing to file to complaint, they told me to delete but I said I'm not going to, so one of them hit me on the face and run away I was going to instinctively throw back a punch back but the other kid only translated the other kids words and throw some water balloons. (I'm a foreigner so I don't understand the language and neither did the other kid understood me.)
I wanted to so badly punch those cunts but I didn't think that the other kid deserve it after his friend runaway, so warned him to fuck off and not come again. Lucky for me two other kids good ones brought them back and started scolding them, and a police car passed by which even the officer scolded them.
The thing is I keep thinking about how badly I wanted to kill the one who throw the punch consequences be damn and it would be so easy, I got no hope for the future, no strong attachments and it would be so satisfying as a part of me would enjoy the violence of smashing a bottle on that shite and beating him to death.
And I will do it if that shite ever comes to harass me again since my family keeps telling me that the police won't do anything and their minors while I'm a foreigner so I will be in trouble for being an adult beating up kids.
