I. Hate. Everything.
Today has been frustrating enough to make me scream bloody murder on my front porch. I'm surprised I didn't get the cops called on me over it.
I'm crying so fucking hard. I'm not depressed. I'm just stressed and frazzled and frustrated and I really want somebody to talk to. I'm soaked from the rain and I smell like dog and I'm hurt and I'm tired and I feel like an idiot. Maybe the day will get better. I certainly hope so, though I doubt it with how violently I've been trying to fight the DSL.
I was in such a fucking good mood this morning too. It was sunny and I was happy and everything was just awesome.
And then... and then I go to class. And it was just this downhill roll from there.
I'm probably the most depressing person on earth. And you know, the fact that I am just makes me feel worse about things. Because I've already probably ruined at least two people's days at it is, barring me from this tally.
I'm crying so fucking hard. I'm not depressed. I'm just stressed and frazzled and frustrated and I really want somebody to talk to. I'm soaked from the rain and I smell like dog and I'm hurt and I'm tired and I feel like an idiot. Maybe the day will get better. I certainly hope so, though I doubt it with how violently I've been trying to fight the DSL.
I was in such a fucking good mood this morning too. It was sunny and I was happy and everything was just awesome.
And then... and then I go to class. And it was just this downhill roll from there.
I'm probably the most depressing person on earth. And you know, the fact that I am just makes me feel worse about things. Because I've already probably ruined at least two people's days at it is, barring me from this tally.