Why it sucks to be me! But why it's worse to be my scanner!

That scanner thing, well, the small problem that needed fixing. It sort of came about after I threw it out the window of an upstairs bedroom. It was a fit of rage thing but I feel I need to apologise to someone. Since it would add fuel to the fire that I'm seriously screwed in the head, to go and apologise to a scanner that's in a number of different pieces. I've decided to post this. If you've ever destroyed something and then felt guilty about it, you'll know what I mean. I DON'T apologise to people. If I do something or say something to a person, I make sure I think it out before hand. Inanimate objects, however, seem to find themselves on the receiving end of my wrath. It's a paranoia thing. I don't trust people to know my real intentions. Like if I'm upset with you and actually speak my mind, the chances of me scaring the living shit out of you are quite high and then you doing something stupid, are even higher. I don't trust that people can handle the real me. Inanimate objects have no such emotional rebuke. So if you upset me I'll take the Sun Tzu approach and smile, all the while plotting your immediate punishment. But if you happen to be a piece of equipment aka. a scanner. I'll just throw you out a window. Back to the issue, I need to apologise for it. I may be catholic but I think God would probably wet himself laughing if I sat in a confessional and asked forgiveness for destroying an scanner all because I don't like letting people around me into the fact that I'm a little sociopathic. So this is my post, if I've scared you I don't apologise. It's not as if I threw you out a window or something.

I need a shrink!!!