For some unknown reason, one even i dont know, i cant help but love getting in fights. Physical or words, idc. Maybe it's the rush. Knowing @ that 1 moment i can do anything i want and afterwards just say "sorry, just mad" and get in hardly any trouble. Even if i come out, bleeding, at a lost of breath, i still enjoy it. Even i dont know the true reason of why i fight. Maybe i'm just an animal. Caged and let out only once in a while, making me more ferocious. Oh well -shrugs and smirks- I'll enjoy it while it lasts.