When I am furious, I always stare at the empty space, blushed, bite on my teeth hard and tremble.
The last time I did that was in second grade, when I was in Sweden and I couldn’t communicate with my classmate since I didn’t know how to speak English. The two Chinese girls had been very bossy and made fun of my suffering.
When people have such feelings, they can be violent. It had been a long time since I felt that way. Now I seem to remember that sense of anger. Comparing to last time, this sense of anger is growing wildly inside me, it gets stronger and crazier, turning into complete madness, crossness. There are two ways of wreaking this anger: getting revenge or burst into tears.
How ever, the second one is more likely to be chosen. I’m rather familiar with the process of the second way.
As if something was stuck in your throat. After you stop, all the unhappiness disappears.