I wait for the mists and the blacker rain; heavier winds that stir the veil of fate
I swear i'm the epitome of annoyance.
I could kill my dad.
Yeah, i could kill him.
I swear if he talks to me
if he looks at me....
I'm really annoyed that plans change too often, with my family anyway, (we're going--your going. We're staying oh? you don't say. Yeahhh go do whatever in bloody hell you want! Thanks, thanks.)
and pretty pissed new years eve will be with my family
not that i know what in bloody hell i'd rather be doing
Now is the time for swear words.
or something, you know, because i have this theory where i really am not that angry at my Dad or the people around me but mostly me for being a total and complete, well you know. But that theory always worms it's way out and rage in.
If i have to hear his voice again and i'm going to take his tongue out.
I need to get away from this house.
Sometimes self hatred and pure anger feel like they fill me so much i might burst
and sometimes
i wish i just would.
Oh yeah, life is good.
Besides this all i mean--other things are shaping up.
School, work, life, people.
It's getting better.