"what the fuck is wrong with you?"
I had four of the best days ever with shelley.
Then
Yesterday within the period twenty minutes i got in two fights over complete bullshit. The first some drunk redneck in an american flag shirt pulled his monster truck over to get out and grab me by the shirt, as i went to step back to try and defend myself there was a bike behind me and i fell over it, he had me pinned on the ground just fucking yelling at me, he was like forty and smelled of b.o. and whiskey. because of how it happened there was nothing i could do defensively we just stayed like that in the middle of calhoun screaming at each other until he decided to get back in his truck and leave.
Then almost twenty minutes later geoff, arielle and I are going to the store and some fucking thug decides he wants to fight me because of how tight my pants are. it got broken up really quickly by everyone outside the store but still what the fuck is wrong with people.
When i got home and started talking about what had happened the only response i got was,
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you get into fights everywhere you go?"
That helped a lot.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm so stressed about everything lately.
I just want some fucking support.
Is it selfish for me to ask to spend time with someone?
And get upset when they forget to?
Should i even be here right now?
Should i leave?
Then
Yesterday within the period twenty minutes i got in two fights over complete bullshit. The first some drunk redneck in an american flag shirt pulled his monster truck over to get out and grab me by the shirt, as i went to step back to try and defend myself there was a bike behind me and i fell over it, he had me pinned on the ground just fucking yelling at me, he was like forty and smelled of b.o. and whiskey. because of how it happened there was nothing i could do defensively we just stayed like that in the middle of calhoun screaming at each other until he decided to get back in his truck and leave.
Then almost twenty minutes later geoff, arielle and I are going to the store and some fucking thug decides he wants to fight me because of how tight my pants are. it got broken up really quickly by everyone outside the store but still what the fuck is wrong with people.
When i got home and started talking about what had happened the only response i got was,
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you get into fights everywhere you go?"
That helped a lot.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm so stressed about everything lately.
I just want some fucking support.
Is it selfish for me to ask to spend time with someone?
And get upset when they forget to?
Should i even be here right now?
Should i leave?