I’m just pissed off. I’m angry at my relationship. I’m angry at my job.
At least there’s school.
And hopefully a new job soon.
Every once in a while I forget I have a mental illness. Thank you for swinging back into depression, feelings, dunno what I’d do without these painful reminders.
Every day the misandrist in me grows a little bit more.
If some guy tells me to smile one more time I’m wiping theirs right off their damn face.
Queue is empty, might have the time to fill it tomorrow. May invest the break between work and school to a nap since my family’s a bunch of inconsiderate assholes who are loud as fuck the second I need to try to sleep.
Just because you’re under the influence doesn’t mean your lactose intolerance has gone away.
Just an FYI in case you’re having the same night as me and really wanted a chocolate strawberry milkshake….