I think I just quit my job. My boss called me as usual and talked some nonsense, and for the umpteenth time, I am upset. I just could no longer put up with it. I'm going crazy. And then I remembered the only thing that can calm me down, the destruction of clothes, shredding and tearing. There is something about the beautiful sound of tearing, at me has a therapeutic effect. I tore my jacket, skirt and shirt. When I finished with the cutting I felt completely calm.