My rage--madly, scary, and horrific. No one has ever seen it. I torn paper, hurled books, and screamed when I was so hurt that it seemed I had to pump out those painful and toxic emotions immediately. And then I cried.

If there are people around, I once shouted when someone repeatedly used me as a punching bag. Over the years I hv learned to forthrightly declare my bottom lines and what I do not approve during the early stage of relationship. And I stop to conceal my discontent and intentionally look fiercer and more annoyed when they do cross the line. Besides, I warn people beforehand when I am not in a good mood. All these has taken some effort but they work well in minimizing the chance of me exploding in front of people.