I got so angry. I said a lot of bad words. I yelled too. I protested a lot. Why? Because my grandmother fell on the ground and I didn't want that! No! Do you get it? While Dad and Mom were pulling her up because she fell, I was saying bad words because I didn't want to see Grandma hurt on the ground. Since Grandma fell late at night when we were all asleep, I was yelling that now I want to go to school at night and not in the morning! But Dad told me I was good because while he was getting her up, it was me—personally me, just me—who moved Grandma's armchair close so she could sit down. But I was saying bad words even while I was pushing the chair, which is really heavy, but I'm very strong.
For a lot of days I didn't go to Grandma, who lives next to me. I just peeked out secretly, because Grandma can't see since she's blind, to check if she was sitting and I'd wave at her from far away. Because she didn't get up for 5 days but then she did get up and she leans on her walker all the time. Two doctors came too and I got really angry because I don't want Grandma to be sick. And I said a lot of bad words when the doctors came. Dad scolded me and told me I shouldn't say bad words, not even when I'm angry. So I said a bad word at him too, lots of bad words at him, because when I say bad words I'm happier because I can say them really well and then I feel good.
When I get angry I always say "and what the f***, go f*** yourself, s*** on everyone." Then I say other bad words too that come to me but mostly those ones. And I say them even if people tell me I shouldn't. I don't care! If I get angry and there are things I don't like I say them! That's it. But then I told Grandma that the bad words weren't at her. They were because she shouldn't have fallen and shouldn't have gotten hurt because I don't want that and I'm really sorry. You say bad words because it's important and so they understand when you want to say something.