i Need a Gun
I probably should have gotten an apartment by myself. There are some days here that are fun, and most days are quiet. There are days, however, that I resent many things. I know I'm sensitive and shouldn't get worked up over half of the stuff I do, but the other half of those things are completly justifiable for me to complain about. My weekend didn't make things better. I am loosing a lot of money to a neighbor, but she couldn't just leave it at that. She has to make things about as difficult as possible, and be as rash and rude on top of that. Accidents happen and car accidents happen a lot. I did not get to go snowboarding. I did not get to spend time by myself and my books. I feel sickly and I'm tired of a lot of things in my life right now. I guess whatever doesn't kill you will make you bitter and full of hate.