*tear*
I'd really like to know how this day could get any worse.
I wake up this morning and discover that sometime during the night, my rabbit died. So I put her in a shoe box with some pink fluffy fabric and put her in the freezer until I can bury her this weekend.
I hate how much I feel like I am in a cage. Like I am at a zoo or something. I hate how controlled my life is. I get up and go to school where I do what I'm told, and then I go to work where I do what I am told. And the little time that I spend at home, I do what I am told. I hate that everything is so strict and structured and boring. I hate being a fucking slave to society.
That's why I was looking forward to this concert so much. So I get there and Kayla and I stand in line for close to an hour before some stupid fat oaf informs us that if you don't have a ticket, you might as well get out of line because they are sold out. So we leave. And I can't go home right away because it's now 5 pm and getting out of Mpls at this time of day would be suicide. So we drive to Brookdale Mall, the most ghetto mall I have ever been to, and hang out in the Hot Topic there for a while. I thought about going and getting my ears pierced, but decided against it. I told myself that I only wanted to do that because I felt like doing something...anything...unpredictable and unplanned. Something to fight against the monotony of my life.
So now I am Über stressed, especially since I thought I was going to get all that energy and stress out at the concert, and that didn't happen. I hate this feeling. I can feel myself trying to force my way out of my body, but I just can't escape.
Dammit.
I feel so useless.
I wake up this morning and discover that sometime during the night, my rabbit died. So I put her in a shoe box with some pink fluffy fabric and put her in the freezer until I can bury her this weekend.
I hate how much I feel like I am in a cage. Like I am at a zoo or something. I hate how controlled my life is. I get up and go to school where I do what I'm told, and then I go to work where I do what I am told. And the little time that I spend at home, I do what I am told. I hate that everything is so strict and structured and boring. I hate being a fucking slave to society.
That's why I was looking forward to this concert so much. So I get there and Kayla and I stand in line for close to an hour before some stupid fat oaf informs us that if you don't have a ticket, you might as well get out of line because they are sold out. So we leave. And I can't go home right away because it's now 5 pm and getting out of Mpls at this time of day would be suicide. So we drive to Brookdale Mall, the most ghetto mall I have ever been to, and hang out in the Hot Topic there for a while. I thought about going and getting my ears pierced, but decided against it. I told myself that I only wanted to do that because I felt like doing something...anything...unpredictable and unplanned. Something to fight against the monotony of my life.
So now I am Über stressed, especially since I thought I was going to get all that energy and stress out at the concert, and that didn't happen. I hate this feeling. I can feel myself trying to force my way out of my body, but I just can't escape.
Dammit.
I feel so useless.