I know that feeling, but that's normal, I think, when one tends to be too nervous or sensitive, considering that an excess of emotional tension is sometimes expressed through rage and hate thinking. I've fantasized sometimes in coming back to my old school to send bully's sons to Hell by using my uncle's hunting shotgun, among other things, but what would serve for? Anyway I'll die someday, no matter what I do or how I behave, so at this point I don't give a **** about anything. I've reached to a certain wise indifference to human suffering, including mine. Life is suffering from birth to death, allowing for that being alive means feeling things emotionally and physically, and among those things are always sensations and experiencies we highly dislike although we're forced to suffer them. Anyway, I've found always that dying like a kamikaze is somehow romantic and noble, maybe just because doesn't seem logical vanishing like that (romanticism is based in emotions, rather than in reason). To die with dignity like a martyr spreading revenge and rage, instead ending up in a old's people home like a wrinkle vegetable getting one's diapers dirty waiting for Death to conclude a wasted senseless life.