I have quite a bad tempter, I take after my father. I try to be kind to people but their stupidity annoys me. I don’t like to shout at people but often do after a whole day of listening to people talk about bullshit and not realising that they are describing in detail how stupid they are. I don’t like to hit people either but I will if I have to.
His name is Robert. And every time he starts talking about anything I just want to smack him. I don’t even have a temper or anything, but something about the timber of his voice I think. Or the fact that he’s 20 and still wears velcro shoes.
Sometimes I think I have a temper. I feel the bottled up anger welling up inside of me like a river about to overflow with rain. Yet, it will never overflow, it just stays there ebbing and flowing. Its always at the point where its about to burst.
Temper, temper! This was said by Scar in Lion King. The very first scene I think, actually the second. Said to Mufasa when Mufasa was angry at him for missing the ceremony that morning, in which Simba is presented.
I’ve never really thought of myself as someone who has a temper. I mean, I KNOW people with tempers, that’s not me. Is it? Recently that’s been called into question. I’m so easy to piss off. And it’s with people whom I normally get along with the best. I just feel that everyone is validating my opinion that the human race is inherently stupid and has nothing of value to say to me.
I was about to explode, my temper was so high that I couldn’t think. I knew that I could not be more mad than what just happened. I tried to calm myself down. It didn’t work. All I could do was just to face what has happened. It is terribly hard for me control my temper but I know that sooner or later I had to deal with it.
Her hot temper stopped her from getting the words out of her mouth. Flustered, she stormed out from the building. She was furious because she couldn’t get her point across.
My brother tells me that I dont have temper tantrums, but I have temprature tantrums. Whenever Im in extremem weather I get really angry at people for the tinest things. I remember one summer I was waiting for my mom in a car with my brother while she was running eradns. I got really annoyed by my brother and started punching the seats, and he kept on telling me to calm down from my temprature tantrum which just infuriated me even more.
I used to have a very bad temper problem. It was caused by much uneasiness in my household I wish to remain unknown. But thankfully, with much change in my life recently, the temper is rarely ever seen. I would not say I have a temper anymore :)
My temper is like a plastic bottle, it contains so much, there’s so much inside.
It doesn’t go away, and you cant just squish it down and hope that one day it will leave, decompose.
My temper is in-disposable, but transparent.
Transparent and vague,
Because im young, i dont know what i should really be mad about.
i found myself wondering of the future, the what would be and the possibilities of different paths. I choose to think that the right decision is the one you take, otherwise, we will always fail.
who has a temper more than me…except for maybe my cousin tawny. did i really break your arm or did u break your own heart? your parents say ad do things they dont mean, but ou are not alone. if you think your alone with cruddy parents? think again. family turns its back on me, so maybe thats why im suppost to be alone. so forgive me for your arm, since it seems to start and end with your temper.
I hate temper I have a really bad one that comes out at times, theres hardly any warning and all of a sudden I just rage, I hate it when other people do it to me and also when I do it myself, it sucks really.
Temper? I have a short one, it seems to run in the family though. I’ve never had a good relationship with my mother. Her temper would be why. My attitude never helped either though. So, I guess i can’t blame her entirely.
i like to think I have an even temper. but i do get angry easily, hurt easily, confused and take it out on people sometimes. i try to be understanding. but when i feel so much love for someone, my emotions heighten to a new level. I love with all my heart but i also get anger with all my heart.
It’s no big secret that I have a temper. I’m unnecessarily aggressive to the point of dysphoria. I pick fights with friends, classmates, teachers, anyone and anything simply because I can. Simply because feeling angry is better than the alternative.
Because feeling angry is better than feeling nothing.
That’s something I have a hell of a lot of. I was just talking about this, just mentioning it to somebody. My mother, the crazy bitch (in a good way), my grandmother, the crazy bitch (in a bad way), and my great grandmother, the crazy bitch (in a my husband committed suicide and we live in poverty way). It only stands to reason that I’m a crazy bitch too, some way or another. It runs in our blood.
A flaming flash of temper in her eyes had the power to redirect conversations. Although her eyes always burned, her anger could be best described as calm, cool. Collected. Her anger was only the appropriate flare of nostrils, the appropriate flash of scathing, burning eyes, and appropriate slow simmer of outward fury at the appropriate time. Yet on the inside, she was frostily relaxed. She could take care to choose the right words and aim them to hurt, could rip apart arguments and leave their entrails of faulty logic unwound and in the open for all to see. She, an exoskeleton of passionate, righteous fury hiding a softer, unexposed shell of indifference was truly a force to be reckoned with.
my dad grew up with it watched it .. and didn’ t know anything but i feared it and knew i didn’t want to have it so i stuffed it always but when i found mine i didn’t know how to control it .. except to protect myself when the violence came at me and my lil children which is still today.
Dot think just write. Don’t think just write? I’m writing and everyone else is watching tv around me. I’m just writing though. And trying not to think but it’s hard to not think when you’re writing. Duh. Just going to keep writing. Done. The end.
I have too much of one. Sometimes I don’t think before I allow this temper to take control of me and determine my foresight, hindsight, and present all in the same moment. Suddenly my future becomes questionable and worthy of sacrifice for a trivial moment of pure unadulterated anger.
this temper rises, grows up into today’s tree tomorrows tree yesterdays tree. this temper dies, slowly, painfully, then is lifted back in to the new depths of the tree. guess it never ends.
When I was young, they would whisper about my temper. It was something spoken of outside the classroom–my parents and the teacher. As I grew up, the whispers got louder. It was Lacy who screamed it to me.
When I walk in the house and there’s six people in my kitchen, and all their shit is in my living room. When I know you won’t clean up the mess, turn the music down, or kick them out at a reasonable hour. When on top of EVERYTHING, there’s a giant, ugly TV sitting on the floor of my bedroom, which he so graciously ditched there. Thank you very much. Oh, what. It’s not yours? Not your responsibility because you got a new TV? No. We gave it to you, asshat. Of course, as soon as you don’t need it any more, suddenly its got nothing to do with you.
The prompt says temper. On nights like this one, I like to remind myself that I am excellent at keeping mine in check.
A temper is something that humans posses because of what God has given us. to have a temper is to have emotion. emotion is great in writing. characters use emotion including temper to bring life off the page and to really understand the character. the author can use this emotion to fuel many things.
I get really hot tempered very easily. Everything makes me flustered. It’s not fun having a bad temper, especially as often as I do. It corrupts me, makes me not enjoy every moment of ever day in the way I should. And then because of this, I become depressed. It’s not fair.
a button to push and i don’t have any buttons for anyone else. i push my own buttons. I live in a sea a rough stormy sea. shouts come from the attic and they are laced with trouble and no one can save them even though they reach their hands out like crying baby birds who have no mother.
Oh wow. The word to describe me perfectly. My temper is short and it is explosive. That said, I’ve only been truly angry a handful of times. Scary, scary times
sometimes my temper gets out of control.i just want to yell and scream then eventually cry.why do i have these temper problems? i figured out the answer,i just care way to much. way way to much
Sherlock strode through the scene of the crime, stepping gingerly over the corpse to instead inspect the storefront. He tuned out Anderson, who was again failing horribly at drawing a sound conclusion. He gathered his coat tails in the crook of each elbow, stooping carefully to inspect the tempered shards which had landed inside, on the linoleum floor. Careful not to disturb the pattern which they had formed when broken, he compared the scene to that of outside. It was certain, the window had been broken from the inside.
“So obviously, the murderer broke in for the valuables, and the clerk must have taken him by surprise,” Anderson preened at his fingernails and ignored the seething look that Sherlock was shooting him, too proud of his own deduction to be bothered. “This was probably an accident, I’d be surprised if the burglar hasn’t dumped the goods of his raid somewhere out of fear by now.”
Finally, Sherlock could take no more of Anderson’s blathering, and lost his temper at the blind forensics specialist. Lestrade only sighed and hung his head, glad that extensive imagery of the scene had been captured before the two idiots in his care disturbed it all with a fistfight.
i hate when aaron has a temper. its like never win an arguement. when he’s llike that he tends to take it out on everyone and it’s not fair. he reminds me of a child sometimes. and my brother. which is even more scary. i hate it.
Please don’t lose your temper. It turns everything ugly. Your vision distorts in your anger, and nothing can be done until you see straight again. We need you here, we need you now. Everything you need is more than your anger and stupid pride. It is. And it has to be. The world is not against you, it needs you to be stronger.
I have a pretty bad temper. I try to keep it in and not freak out but sometimes I just explode. Sometimes I feel like I want to but, I’m in public or I don’t want to freak my parents out. Nothing substantial has gotten worse, but all the little things pile up and make me feel like I’m drowning.
I have quite a bad tempter, I take after my father. I try to be kind to people but their stupidity annoys me. I don’t like to shout at people but often do after a whole day of listening to people talk about bullshit and not realising that they are describing in detail how stupid they are. I don’t like to hit people either but I will if I have to.
His name is Robert. And every time he starts talking about anything I just want to smack him. I don’t even have a temper or anything, but something about the timber of his voice I think. Or the fact that he’s 20 and still wears velcro shoes.
Sometimes I think I have a temper. I feel the bottled up anger welling up inside of me like a river about to overflow with rain. Yet, it will never overflow, it just stays there ebbing and flowing. Its always at the point where its about to burst.
Temper, temper! This was said by Scar in Lion King. The very first scene I think, actually the second. Said to Mufasa when Mufasa was angry at him for missing the ceremony that morning, in which Simba is presented.
I’ve never really thought of myself as someone who has a temper. I mean, I KNOW people with tempers, that’s not me. Is it? Recently that’s been called into question. I’m so easy to piss off. And it’s with people whom I normally get along with the best. I just feel that everyone is validating my opinion that the human race is inherently stupid and has nothing of value to say to me.
I was about to explode, my temper was so high that I couldn’t think. I knew that I could not be more mad than what just happened. I tried to calm myself down. It didn’t work. All I could do was just to face what has happened. It is terribly hard for me control my temper but I know that sooner or later I had to deal with it.
Her hot temper stopped her from getting the words out of her mouth. Flustered, she stormed out from the building. She was furious because she couldn’t get her point across.
Temper is something that people have which is something that deals with rage.
My brother tells me that I dont have temper tantrums, but I have temprature tantrums. Whenever Im in extremem weather I get really angry at people for the tinest things. I remember one summer I was waiting for my mom in a car with my brother while she was running eradns. I got really annoyed by my brother and started punching the seats, and he kept on telling me to calm down from my temprature tantrum which just infuriated me even more.
I used to have a very bad temper problem. It was caused by much uneasiness in my household I wish to remain unknown. But thankfully, with much change in my life recently, the temper is rarely ever seen. I would not say I have a temper anymore :)
My temper is like a plastic bottle, it contains so much, there’s so much inside.
It doesn’t go away, and you cant just squish it down and hope that one day it will leave, decompose.
My temper is in-disposable, but transparent.
Transparent and vague,
Because im young, i dont know what i should really be mad about.
i found myself wondering of the future, the what would be and the possibilities of different paths. I choose to think that the right decision is the one you take, otherwise, we will always fail.
who has a temper more than me…except for maybe my cousin tawny. did i really break your arm or did u break your own heart? your parents say ad do things they dont mean, but ou are not alone. if you think your alone with cruddy parents? think again. family turns its back on me, so maybe thats why im suppost to be alone. so forgive me for your arm, since it seems to start and end with your temper.
I hate temper I have a really bad one that comes out at times, theres hardly any warning and all of a sudden I just rage, I hate it when other people do it to me and also when I do it myself, it sucks really.
Temper? I have a short one, it seems to run in the family though. I’ve never had a good relationship with my mother. Her temper would be why. My attitude never helped either though. So, I guess i can’t blame her entirely.
i like to think I have an even temper. but i do get angry easily, hurt easily, confused and take it out on people sometimes. i try to be understanding. but when i feel so much love for someone, my emotions heighten to a new level. I love with all my heart but i also get anger with all my heart.
angry
happy
excited
something you should watch
something many people dont have
something you should never lose.
It’s no big secret that I have a temper. I’m unnecessarily aggressive to the point of dysphoria. I pick fights with friends, classmates, teachers, anyone and anything simply because I can. Simply because feeling angry is better than the alternative.
Because feeling angry is better than feeling nothing.
That’s something I have a hell of a lot of. I was just talking about this, just mentioning it to somebody. My mother, the crazy bitch (in a good way), my grandmother, the crazy bitch (in a bad way), and my great grandmother, the crazy bitch (in a my husband committed suicide and we live in poverty way). It only stands to reason that I’m a crazy bitch too, some way or another. It runs in our blood.
A flaming flash of temper in her eyes had the power to redirect conversations. Although her eyes always burned, her anger could be best described as calm, cool. Collected. Her anger was only the appropriate flare of nostrils, the appropriate flash of scathing, burning eyes, and appropriate slow simmer of outward fury at the appropriate time. Yet on the inside, she was frostily relaxed. She could take care to choose the right words and aim them to hurt, could rip apart arguments and leave their entrails of faulty logic unwound and in the open for all to see. She, an exoskeleton of passionate, righteous fury hiding a softer, unexposed shell of indifference was truly a force to be reckoned with.
my dad grew up with it watched it .. and didn’ t know anything but i feared it and knew i didn’t want to have it so i stuffed it always but when i found mine i didn’t know how to control it .. except to protect myself when the violence came at me and my lil children which is still today.
angry quick and burning
digging its way into my heart
and eating my soul
the temper i hide bursts forth
and makes my face sting with hate
clenched fists
held tongues
always caused by anger
Dot think just write. Don’t think just write? I’m writing and everyone else is watching tv around me. I’m just writing though. And trying not to think but it’s hard to not think when you’re writing. Duh. Just going to keep writing. Done. The end.
I have too much of one. Sometimes I don’t think before I allow this temper to take control of me and determine my foresight, hindsight, and present all in the same moment. Suddenly my future becomes questionable and worthy of sacrifice for a trivial moment of pure unadulterated anger.
Temper: From zero to sixty in zero seconds. Table flipping, curses yelling, bad attitude spitting, TEMPER! Don’t care.
this temper rises, grows up into today’s tree tomorrows tree yesterdays tree. this temper dies, slowly, painfully, then is lifted back in to the new depths of the tree. guess it never ends.
the tempermature broke the thermo meter spewed red hot mess all over the birds they picked up their nest out of the banana trees and flew flew away.
When I was young, they would whisper about my temper. It was something spoken of outside the classroom–my parents and the teacher. As I grew up, the whispers got louder. It was Lacy who screamed it to me.
When I walk in the house and there’s six people in my kitchen, and all their shit is in my living room. When I know you won’t clean up the mess, turn the music down, or kick them out at a reasonable hour. When on top of EVERYTHING, there’s a giant, ugly TV sitting on the floor of my bedroom, which he so graciously ditched there. Thank you very much. Oh, what. It’s not yours? Not your responsibility because you got a new TV? No. We gave it to you, asshat. Of course, as soon as you don’t need it any more, suddenly its got nothing to do with you.
The prompt says temper. On nights like this one, I like to remind myself that I am excellent at keeping mine in check.
A temper is something that humans posses because of what God has given us. to have a temper is to have emotion. emotion is great in writing. characters use emotion including temper to bring life off the page and to really understand the character. the author can use this emotion to fuel many things.
I get really hot tempered very easily. Everything makes me flustered. It’s not fun having a bad temper, especially as often as I do. It corrupts me, makes me not enjoy every moment of ever day in the way I should. And then because of this, I become depressed. It’s not fair.
a button to push and i don’t have any buttons for anyone else. i push my own buttons. I live in a sea a rough stormy sea. shouts come from the attic and they are laced with trouble and no one can save them even though they reach their hands out like crying baby birds who have no mother.
Oh wow. The word to describe me perfectly. My temper is short and it is explosive. That said, I’ve only been truly angry a handful of times. Scary, scary times
sometimes my temper gets out of control.i just want to yell and scream then eventually cry.why do i have these temper problems? i figured out the answer,i just care way to much. way way to much
anger
we hate
you lose this
mother
i have one
like temperature
i had a really bad day
after my boyfriend dumps me
Sherlock strode through the scene of the crime, stepping gingerly over the corpse to instead inspect the storefront. He tuned out Anderson, who was again failing horribly at drawing a sound conclusion. He gathered his coat tails in the crook of each elbow, stooping carefully to inspect the tempered shards which had landed inside, on the linoleum floor. Careful not to disturb the pattern which they had formed when broken, he compared the scene to that of outside. It was certain, the window had been broken from the inside.
“So obviously, the murderer broke in for the valuables, and the clerk must have taken him by surprise,” Anderson preened at his fingernails and ignored the seething look that Sherlock was shooting him, too proud of his own deduction to be bothered. “This was probably an accident, I’d be surprised if the burglar hasn’t dumped the goods of his raid somewhere out of fear by now.”
Finally, Sherlock could take no more of Anderson’s blathering, and lost his temper at the blind forensics specialist. Lestrade only sighed and hung his head, glad that extensive imagery of the scene had been captured before the two idiots in his care disturbed it all with a fistfight.
Anger bubbles up inside you
Ears fume turning red
Words shoot out of your mouth
Yelling and screaming
Unleashing the devil
No one is happy now
i hate when aaron has a temper. its like never win an arguement. when he’s llike that he tends to take it out on everyone and it’s not fair. he reminds me of a child sometimes. and my brother. which is even more scary. i hate it.
Please don’t lose your temper. It turns everything ugly. Your vision distorts in your anger, and nothing can be done until you see straight again. We need you here, we need you now. Everything you need is more than your anger and stupid pride. It is. And it has to be. The world is not against you, it needs you to be stronger.
I have a pretty bad temper. I try to keep it in and not freak out but sometimes I just explode. Sometimes I feel like I want to but, I’m in public or I don’t want to freak my parents out. Nothing substantial has gotten worse, but all the little things pile up and make me feel like I’m drowning.