FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
My temper has been flaring for about two weeks. I don't know how long I can keep it under control.
I'm tired of getting bad news. I'm tired of feeling like I need to fucking hide to keep from getting upset. And yet the shit still finds me. If you're going to be the bearer of bad news, stay away from me.
I told my mother about my breakup this morning. After a lengthy discussion about why it happened and how it's because I need to be running around, she says:
My temper has been flaring for about two weeks. I don't know how long I can keep it under control.
I'm tired of getting bad news. I'm tired of feeling like I need to fucking hide to keep from getting upset. And yet the shit still finds me. If you're going to be the bearer of bad news, stay away from me.
I told my mother about my breakup this morning. After a lengthy discussion about why it happened and how it's because I need to be running around, she says:
I know you need to follow your heart, but you could have been sitting pretty.
What the fuck. I hate how my family puts emphasis on financial status over whether I'm happy or not.
Seriously, every night this weekend I've gone to sleep when I've gotten home from work. It's like I don't even care to do anything else. But I only sleep for about 45 minutes before I get up and fuck around on the Internets.
I'm going to sulk elsewhere.
Wow.
I would be so unahppy.
I am so sorry.
It hurts when someone doesn't meet our expectations.