Warning: Whining and Bitching Dead Ahead
Feel free to ignore.
I hate everything about me right now. I'm just saying.
I feel like I'm being a horrible friend to everyone around me. I don't know how to fix it.
I yelled at my flatmate for reasons that wouldn't normally set me off. There are four or five people over here right now for dinner...and I wasn't told. There's someone staying here for a few days, and I wasn't informed. The handle on my fridge was broken off and (get this) shoved between the fridge and the freezer next to it, as though hiding it would make it go away. And there was something sticky splattered all over the door between the kitchen and the living room.
Ordinarily, these events wouldn't really set me off, even though they all occurred on the same day. What bugs the hell out of me is that everyone's claiming ignorance as to how the fridge handle was broken (I fixed it, but that's really not the point) and subsequently hidden as though no one would notice. What bugs the hell out of me is that no one bothered to clean the door, and professed ignorance as to what it was -- I know it was the dipping sauce they'd made for the hot wings.
What gets me is that I'm younger than all of them, and I'm the most responsible one here.
I'm also keeping something from my friends that's tearing at me to be known, because I'm fucking scared, but...I'm not telling anyone for the sole reason of avoiding the inevitable lectures I'm going to get. I've never been this much of a complete and utter wuss before...and I hate it.
I hate everything about me right now. I'm just saying.
I feel like I'm being a horrible friend to everyone around me. I don't know how to fix it.
I yelled at my flatmate for reasons that wouldn't normally set me off. There are four or five people over here right now for dinner...and I wasn't told. There's someone staying here for a few days, and I wasn't informed. The handle on my fridge was broken off and (get this) shoved between the fridge and the freezer next to it, as though hiding it would make it go away. And there was something sticky splattered all over the door between the kitchen and the living room.
Ordinarily, these events wouldn't really set me off, even though they all occurred on the same day. What bugs the hell out of me is that everyone's claiming ignorance as to how the fridge handle was broken (I fixed it, but that's really not the point) and subsequently hidden as though no one would notice. What bugs the hell out of me is that no one bothered to clean the door, and professed ignorance as to what it was -- I know it was the dipping sauce they'd made for the hot wings.
What gets me is that I'm younger than all of them, and I'm the most responsible one here.
I'm also keeping something from my friends that's tearing at me to be known, because I'm fucking scared, but...I'm not telling anyone for the sole reason of avoiding the inevitable lectures I'm going to get. I've never been this much of a complete and utter wuss before...and I hate it.