gosh derned friggityfraggity
Man. I feel so prickly lately. I've come to realize I don't express anger very constructively and that it's all built up to the point to where the needle is about to break my poor camel's back.
For once, I don't feel sad, but I'll be damned if I'm not just pissed off all the damn time. I just want to hide and hate everyone... well... except for those I don't hate, in which case, I spend most of my time with them anyways, unless it's Rainy, and then I don't see her enough and it makes me sad. I'll have to remedy that somehow.
So, I take refuge in my mother's house, and she's about to come home in a moment. I think we'll have dinner, and then I'm going to take her by my place to show her my room.
I just heard thunder. I know it. And there's clouds outside. Please let there be rain.
I'm hungee.
For once, I don't feel sad, but I'll be damned if I'm not just pissed off all the damn time. I just want to hide and hate everyone... well... except for those I don't hate, in which case, I spend most of my time with them anyways, unless it's Rainy, and then I don't see her enough and it makes me sad. I'll have to remedy that somehow.
So, I take refuge in my mother's house, and she's about to come home in a moment. I think we'll have dinner, and then I'm going to take her by my place to show her my room.
I just heard thunder. I know it. And there's clouds outside. Please let there be rain.
I'm hungee.