I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm just so stressed, perhaps that's part of it.
But I just had a minor breakdown. Not so good.
Little things in my life that go out of control drive me fucking nuts. And it's not good. But it just does. I don't even know why.
I don't even know why I get so fucking pissed off when it's like other people run my life. Boredom. Tedium. Shit. I can't stand people touching my things. Stop fucking moving my computer from the floor. Stop rearranging my shit so I can't find it. Stop. Just stop.
Stop fucking with my study schedule. Don't fuck with my rest time. Let me do my own shit.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
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Shut up - Saturday, June 23, 2012 @ 11:23 AM
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Shut up - Saturday, June 23, 2012 @ 11:23 AM
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm just so stressed, perhaps that's part of it. But I just had a minor breakdown. Not so good. Little things in my life that go out of control drive me fucking nuts. And it's not good. But it just does. I don't even know why. I don't even know why I get so fucking pissed off when it's like other people run my life. Boredom. Tedium. Shit. I can't stand people touching my things. Stop fucking moving my computer from the floor. Stop rearranging my shit so I can't find it. Stop. Just stop. Stop fucking with my study schedule. Don't fuck with my rest time. Let me do my own shit. What the fuck is wrong with me. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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