Why me... Why am I me?

Dear World, sorry it's just me again... I messed up again. I tried but by 4pm I had forgotten all of bible reading and trying to be Christ like, and I just let em have have... What was that war motto, Give 'em hell... Well I did. And although yesterday, I did derive some sense of satisfaction for my retribution, I really just wish I could contain, control, whatevah... my temper, my anger, my rage... whatevah. I am what is known as a last word Sally. I really dont start confrontations, I just finish them. And I use whatever means available, whatever is in my arsenal. If I was a ninja turtle, I would be called shredder because I shred people to pieces. If I were a Wrestler, I would be called The Eviscerater (dont know if I spelled that right, dont know if you know what it means). I am trying to understand my wicked ways, so I try to examine my life's experiences, my DNA, and my socio-economic background. ( I was just kidding about the last part) Let's see, my ancestors were Scott-Irish, so that right there says I am in constant conflict with myself. Yep, had some bad times in childhood, but I am so sick of the world, including myself, using that as an excuse to be bad, lazy, rude, cruel, inconsiderate...Yep, havent been real successful in the relationship department. I got maybe 3 good relationships in this whole world and one of them is with a dawg. (But he is a good dawg and quite frankly, I like him a whole lot better than some people I meet. ( can i get an Amen from the dawg owners)..... gotta go, be back later..