If only my words had style... or grammar...
I'm more on edge than I've ever been. I've never been quite so unhappy that I keep quiet about it all. For some reason this class is just pushing all the buttons it can find. I'm studying Russian, I'm trying to have something of a social life, even if it only includes a few people, and I'm trying not to explode from the stress/irritation. Usually I'm at least moderately vocal about the things that are bothering me; tonight it got to a point where I just didn't speak unless I absolutely had to.
I don't know why things are getting to me so much, nor do I know exactly what is bothering me so much, both of which are further sources of irritation. I'm kind of worried that I'll go over the edge and just blow my top at somebody. Hopefully not, we'll see.
Sienna - I'll be giving you a call soon, hopefully you'll have time to listen to me vent, or at least to set the phone down and let me scream at the air on your end...
I don't know why things are getting to me so much, nor do I know exactly what is bothering me so much, both of which are further sources of irritation. I'm kind of worried that I'll go over the edge and just blow my top at somebody. Hopefully not, we'll see.
Sienna - I'll be giving you a call soon, hopefully you'll have time to listen to me vent, or at least to set the phone down and let me scream at the air on your end...