I don't vent. Technically, I'm not allowed to get angry. So, technically, I'm not allowed to vent. But that's okay.
I threw porcelain at the wall once. That was back when I was around... 8. I used to cut myself but lolololololol I realized it was a shitty idea. Now I just hug Lambchop, because Lambchop serves as my cuddle buddy, squishy ball, and my punch bag. Although I don't punch it, because I love it. The only stuffed animal I have is like a non-existent real life friend to me. Lol.
Oh, I forgot to mention I also release my stress and anger through writing. Woot. More crappy insanely dark oneshots for this bitch, baby!
Throwing knives at boxes is a good way to relieve stress. Although for me, I rather throw the table out of the window and smash the TV to pieces. But due to the fact I can't and won't break priceless furniture, I'm stuck with what I have now. An adorable stuffed animal that my inner demons want to rip to shreds, but I can't do so. Because it's too cute. Yeah. Cute.
Man... I normally don't get angery... But when I do... Oh man... I normally go swim hardcore... (like a 500 straight sprint) or go fucking rocky on a pillow...