I got angry and broke my door. Punched through it. I didn't want to do this, but felt it was necessary to teach roommate a lesson. Now, I'm just angry at myself for acting stupid and wish I could take it back. It wasn't needed, it solved nothing, ultimately a fail in instrumental aggression. A failure to myself.
*I suppose reading this makes it seem like I'm making a big deal out of something not that serious. I really dislike losing control. Though in this case I still decided to do this, it was ultimately something irrational. It genuinely hurts me to see the door like this, and I have no idea why.