God, damn it.
Tonight I went to Old Navy and bought a jacket, a shirt and yet another purse. I also got new jeans in exchange for some that my dad got me that didn't fit me quite right. The ones I got are a size 8. That is not good. But whatever.
Also, it seems that every little thing has been sending me over the edge lately. And I don't do anything about it because I don't want to seem like an immature..idiot. So I just resort to silence. Like today..Beth went out earlier and asked if I wanted anything. I said pretzels. And what the hell, she didn't get them. Why ask when you're not going to get it? So when I asked if she bought them, she just said no, and I felt like I wanted to cry. It's not jsut the pretzels. It's everything. Like that damn Iranian substitute. And hearing old 1990s songs that remind me of Miami. What the hell.
I need something.
Also, it seems that every little thing has been sending me over the edge lately. And I don't do anything about it because I don't want to seem like an immature..idiot. So I just resort to silence. Like today..Beth went out earlier and asked if I wanted anything. I said pretzels. And what the hell, she didn't get them. Why ask when you're not going to get it? So when I asked if she bought them, she just said no, and I felt like I wanted to cry. It's not jsut the pretzels. It's everything. Like that damn Iranian substitute. And hearing old 1990s songs that remind me of Miami. What the hell.
I need something.