I'm tired and stressed and angry. I hate being like this. I hate crying. I hate being a total child about everything, but sometimes.. GOD I can't fucking help it. I'm so uncontrollably angry right now that I DONT CARE to make my writing pretty. I dont fucking care. There's only one fucking thing in my life write now that makes me remotely happy and I cant even be near them right now. God forbid I stay up a little late with my friends. God forbid I spend my fucking weekend how I want to.
Ha. God forbid. What the fuck is god? I dont know, and I dont care. Even if he's out there, he can kill me 'cause right about now I don't give a damn if he does. I know I'm angry, but I dont want to think about when I calm down and this all seems irrational. Because right now I'm crying and I can't even have anyone to hold me in their arms.