I make up angry rants in my head, but I get too self-conscious about saying them. This is the curren…

I make up angry rants in my head, but I get too self-conscious about saying them. This is the current one:
“Yes, I’m here. yes, I have something to say. Sometimes, I really ****ing hate the human race. You **** me off so much sometimes. You constantly talk over me. You ignore me. You ditched me when we were meant to go out. I don’t give a damn if he was a rugby player, I don’t give a flying **** if he was a Goddamn prince. If I’d even tried to pull that sort of thing, you wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. And I’m sick of you; you think you know more about everything than anyone. Stop calling me ‘kid’, I’m two years younger than you, more mature in several respects, and you know what? You talk bull****. Also, I’m sick of hearing you go on about drugs; stop taking them. You are slowly poisoning yourself. Finally: stop acting hardcore. You’re not. You’re really not. You’re scared of pigeons.”

*phew*