Grrrrrr. . .
I'm in the mood to break something, smash something, go to a bar, find some disrepectful asshole, and get in a bar-fight. . .
It's scaring me.
I had a dream that someone tried to start a fight with me and things got ugly. I woke up fiesty.
I was on the bus trying to sleep and some stupid wigger kept being mean to people who tried to sit down by him, harassing this poor girl who wanted nothing to do with him, and proceeding to tell his buddy how fast his "friend's type-R civic is." A few things: harassing people is NOT cool, flirtation is fine but when it gets vulgar it needs to stop, and they never made a type-R civic. even if they did, it'd still be slow: it's a Honda.
I turned around and gave the guy a dirty look, at which point he shut up a little. I just wanted to cave his face in, but I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. . . Wish I would've said something more, though. There were two or three of them and one of me, but this one guy was just an ass.
I don't know why I'm so irritable, so maybe I'll just lock myself in my room when I get back from school. Ugh! This is really not like me. . .
I'm praying for peace. This doesn't feel normal.
It's scaring me.
I had a dream that someone tried to start a fight with me and things got ugly. I woke up fiesty.
I was on the bus trying to sleep and some stupid wigger kept being mean to people who tried to sit down by him, harassing this poor girl who wanted nothing to do with him, and proceeding to tell his buddy how fast his "friend's type-R civic is." A few things: harassing people is NOT cool, flirtation is fine but when it gets vulgar it needs to stop, and they never made a type-R civic. even if they did, it'd still be slow: it's a Honda.
I turned around and gave the guy a dirty look, at which point he shut up a little. I just wanted to cave his face in, but I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. . . Wish I would've said something more, though. There were two or three of them and one of me, but this one guy was just an ass.
I don't know why I'm so irritable, so maybe I'll just lock myself in my room when I get back from school. Ugh! This is really not like me. . .
I'm praying for peace. This doesn't feel normal.