It's A Wonderful Undead Life

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. Ambrose Bierce
I think about the last time I was truly, gloriously angry. The words poured out. Hot, vehement, and cutting. This time my brain didn't disconnect while choking on tears and snot. I hurled words with cutting accuracy. At first I thought I was vindicated as I diminished the object of my anger.
Or so I thought. As the red haze of anger dissipated I was left with...nothing. A hollowness that showed my tirade had hurt me every bit as much. I didn't feel better for having hurt another. I felt sad and more than a little ashamed. In the end I realized that nothing is worth the way it had made me feel. In the end nothing had been resolved for either of us.