What do you guys use for escape when the anger within yourself is seething, and deep down you know that you're about to explode?

I have tried driving and listening to music.  I found that driving while listening to music in full volume to be the most effective.  I found my anger slowly dissipating, and the headache that was derived from the anger also started to slowly subside.

At the point in my life in which I just want to disappear.  I want to be surrounded by complete strangers in which anonymity provides comfort and sanctuary.  If not this, I find myself yearning to crawl underneathe my bed sheets and just let time pass by.

Rather strange.  I recall a point in my life in which I want to constantly be doing something, and yet, now, I find myself drained.  All this moving forward, I am suddenly finding unnecessary.  No longer seeing significance in anything that I do, I often find myself asking, "What is the point?"

I am not alone.  I am not lonely.  If anything, loneliness will most definitely be welcomed with open arms.

In the days to which I have nothing planned, I have found myself immersed in front of the computer in awe of the many wonderful things that the net has to offer.  There are times in which I realize that I have sat in front of the computer for nearly a whole day.  I find comfort in just staring at a computer screen.  Pathetic.  I know.  The reason why this is so may be because the computer shan't ever betray me, and there are no conditions to which I must adhere to, as oppose to the many mores and rules of propriety that one must be knowledgeable of when it comes to dealing with people.

I am an anti-social, a recluse, and this part about myself has always been a part of me for as long as I can remember.  While I find meeting new people and socializing to be rather interesting/entertaining, I shall always be more partial in being away from it all and just savor the moments in which I am by myself.

I am greatly lacking in knowing myself, and it is this that greatly contributes to my anxiety and constant episodes of angst and melancholy . . . .