So, I guess this week has been a little tough on me; I don't really think much has happened that I can pin-point and say has been absolutely horrific, but I don't know...maybe I'm finally cracking up.
It just sucks that all I wanted to really do with my life was sit criss-cross apple sauce, playing piano versions of sad old punk songs, occasionally eating a blueberry muffin or drinking some cherryade. Never wanted to bother anyone, never wanted to get into other peeps' business, ya feel?
Life had other plans for me, I see, because I've ended up an over-worked, anti-social mishmash of black clothing, fueled by hate and angry songs instead.
Yay(!)
On another bum note, I accidentally broke my favourite mug: it was a present from one of my old friends, and I use it for everything. So, yeah. I'm sad and stuff. You won't ever see this, but sorry, Ash, I broke it. Hopefully the guilt will kill me before you do.
Finally, I tried to talk to a "friend" from college about some stuff I've been trying to work through when I was really down a couple of days ago, but she couldn't even give me the time of day. Like ouch. You think you could take a bullet for someone and then they turn 10 on you. Fine, be that way.
Also, my sister took the last Cornetto. Sigh.
Issues (No, Not the Band)
November 8th, 2014 at 09:02pm