Losing it
I am angry...I don't know what. It was about AC Group and it still is I think. But there is more. No, it isn't about that whole mess Bekah. God showed me better on that one. Maybe it is just all the stress at home and at the hospital and with school in general. Maybe I just need a break. Who knows. I am just really angry and I seem to be taking it out on two or three specific people. I would say sorry but it wouldn't mean anything. I can't say sorry when I am not. I will be though. I always get my faults shoved in my face to the point that I cannot ignore them.
I ignored Pat a second ago. He asked if I was angry. I just shrugged my shoulders. That wasn't what I wanted to do.
Got my food stolen at lunch. Wasn't in the mood to "feed my enemies."
I like death glares. I hope you don't have a problem with that.
I don't know who the "you" is that I refer to so often in my journal.
The brain cells that I got from the auctioneer aren't mine. I have someone else's mind now.
I don't feel right. I am not myself. I just want a shoulder to cry on. I think.
My world is black and I don't want it to be like that...well, maybe more of a foggy black, because I am going blind.
Until Later
Forgotten Poet
I ignored Pat a second ago. He asked if I was angry. I just shrugged my shoulders. That wasn't what I wanted to do.
Got my food stolen at lunch. Wasn't in the mood to "feed my enemies."
I like death glares. I hope you don't have a problem with that.
I don't know who the "you" is that I refer to so often in my journal.
The brain cells that I got from the auctioneer aren't mine. I have someone else's mind now.
I don't feel right. I am not myself. I just want a shoulder to cry on. I think.
My world is black and I don't want it to be like that...well, maybe more of a foggy black, because I am going blind.
Until Later
Forgotten Poet