| If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed. |
[Saturday, August 18th, 2007
@ 1:29am] |
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I am so fucking pissed right now. It's unbelievable.
No problem. Great. This night didn't go AT ALL how I wanted it to. Great Show.................. End Show. Begin: Everything fucking up. Just let me cook you dinner, eat, and then jet. It's FINE. It's early. But i'm sure there's some very important reason to take off as soon as you're done. WHATEVER.
I'm sick of feeling like shit. Like, Really. SICK. Everytime the door shuts and there's so much that is clearly not being said my insides are crushed. I know you fucking know. Door shuts anyways. You go to sleep anyways. Move the fuck on anyways.
Yeah, you CAN be an asshole. Do you HAVE to be? I probably shouldn't write all this shit here but FUCK IT. I probably won't be pissed enough by tomorrow to say anything. Doesn't mean I shouldn't. I probably should, and here's a reminder to me. Dear me, you are PISSED. you should probably remember to do something about it when you actually can. For now, let me just reiterate: PISSED. Oh and self, did I mention UPSET? Frustrated? Sad? Lonely? All that fun stuff? Yeah, that too.
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