What the HELL IS IT WITH ME!?

[tortoisecouture]

So I'm writing this after a so-so night at neighbours, where I was very pleased to find pracically the entire SPU GSA group out dancing. That's the high point of my evening. I digress, however, because the central point of this post seems to be how generally pissed I am about life. I feel like I've reached the nadir of this quarter, which is a fucking shame because I've had so many good things happen to me. I've become (essentially) the president of my school's foundling GSA group, I've been actively participating in all my classes, from which I should be getting great grades, I've re-discovered friends that I haven't spoken to in ages and made friends that are fabulous beyond reason, and yet I feel extremely angry. I feel essentially like something essential to me has been stolen, like some video-game villain has stolen a magic talisman or something, and I'm left with nothing. I'm a fucking ingrate for saying it, but I feel really left out. I can't put my finger on it, but for the first time in ages I'm left with an incomprehensible frustration, and it's driving me mad.

I suppose that is all. Maybe if you all figure out what it is, you can tell me, because I sure as hell don't know.

-K