GAAAAAAAH!!!!
So tired of life and all the shit that comes along with it...or at least mine.
I need to get out for a bit. Just pack some stuff and leave for a few weeks.
April 29th is RAPIDLY approaching and COMPLETELY fucking with my head.
So is the end of the semester. Everyone is going home. Fucking awesome.
I'm SO tired of all the games. I hate games. I don't play, I just lose.
I hate how I've been feeling. I'm miserable. I want to cry and sleep all the time.
When it comes down to it, I'm out of fucking control. That's what it is.
I had a terrible dream last night. I was at my aunt's house (and it was just me. random) and for whatever reason these two people (the grandparents from Gilmore Girls) barged in and they were looking for someone. I somehow knew they were bad, so I ran to my backpack where I had 3 guns (yes, 3). I grabbed 2 of them out and, okay, let me cut this down a bit. It ended with the guy coming into the room I was in, so I shot him like 5 or 6 times. Then I went downstairs and the woman was looking for me. I grabbed a butcher's knife and snuck up to the room she was in. I threw it at her (all awesome style where it flipped on the way there...like a movie) and it landed right in her stomach. She shot at me & missed. I ran back upstairs and she, obviously, followed (like she was fine and hadn't just been stabbed). Anyway, I ended up shooting her a few times, and getting shot a few times, grabbing the knife in her stomach and twisting it, then pulling it out and slitting her throat so I knew she was dead. The guy was still breathing, so I stabbed him in his trachea. I walked out of the house and called the police saying, "There was a really bad murder at this address. Someone needs to check it out". I got in my car and drove away. That was it! But it was an awful dream. :(
I'm done. Sometimes youjust need to vent.
I need to get out for a bit. Just pack some stuff and leave for a few weeks.
April 29th is RAPIDLY approaching and COMPLETELY fucking with my head.
So is the end of the semester. Everyone is going home. Fucking awesome.
I'm SO tired of all the games. I hate games. I don't play, I just lose.
I hate how I've been feeling. I'm miserable. I want to cry and sleep all the time.
When it comes down to it, I'm out of fucking control. That's what it is.
I had a terrible dream last night. I was at my aunt's house (and it was just me. random) and for whatever reason these two people (the grandparents from Gilmore Girls) barged in and they were looking for someone. I somehow knew they were bad, so I ran to my backpack where I had 3 guns (yes, 3). I grabbed 2 of them out and, okay, let me cut this down a bit. It ended with the guy coming into the room I was in, so I shot him like 5 or 6 times. Then I went downstairs and the woman was looking for me. I grabbed a butcher's knife and snuck up to the room she was in. I threw it at her (all awesome style where it flipped on the way there...like a movie) and it landed right in her stomach. She shot at me & missed. I ran back upstairs and she, obviously, followed (like she was fine and hadn't just been stabbed). Anyway, I ended up shooting her a few times, and getting shot a few times, grabbing the knife in her stomach and twisting it, then pulling it out and slitting her throat so I knew she was dead. The guy was still breathing, so I stabbed him in his trachea. I walked out of the house and called the police saying, "There was a really bad murder at this address. Someone needs to check it out". I got in my car and drove away. That was it! But it was an awful dream. :(
I'm done. Sometimes youjust need to vent.