I've found the perfect motivation for a blog post. Oddly enough, it came from a very odd source.
This evening, I went to two parties. The first was with family, so it was fun and happy and whatever. The next was with some friends I knew...a whole bunch of people at their house watching "Knocked Up." It was fun. I had an okay time, even if I kind of got bored.
On the way home, my dad was telling me about how his best friend is upset because of some stupid shit...it's all a lot of drama with his family and his estranged ex-girlfriend and stuff. But it was just...I don't know.
All I knew was that when I stepped into my house, I got REALLY mad. Like, you don't even KNOW kind of mad. It's the kind that -festers- inside of you for months and months until you're so kind of angry...to be honest, I don't even know. My brain is having problems going from point A to point B right now.
It's...a lot of pressure.
I have a LOT of shit going on at school, at home, extra curriculars...it's not bad stuff. Not even close. I guess I'm just stretching myself a little too thin.
I just have to breathe. And stop using the word "fucking."
Earlier (In an IM):
"I'm just so fucking mad because I have so much...FUCKING responsibility. I KNOW it's a part of becoming a fucking adult and shit, but i'm on the brink of it being the fucking same for the rest of my fucking life. my dad was just telling me about the drama between him and his fucking friends, and i've come to the realization that FROM THIS POINT ON it will NEVER fucking change. It's ALWAYS going to be this responsibility and fucking shit that is called growing up. I'm just SO mad that I don't even know what to do."
Heh. Well, I've got some work to do. =\
This evening, I went to two parties. The first was with family, so it was fun and happy and whatever. The next was with some friends I knew...a whole bunch of people at their house watching "Knocked Up." It was fun. I had an okay time, even if I kind of got bored.
On the way home, my dad was telling me about how his best friend is upset because of some stupid shit...it's all a lot of drama with his family and his estranged ex-girlfriend and stuff. But it was just...I don't know.
All I knew was that when I stepped into my house, I got REALLY mad. Like, you don't even KNOW kind of mad. It's the kind that -festers- inside of you for months and months until you're so kind of angry...to be honest, I don't even know. My brain is having problems going from point A to point B right now.
It's...a lot of pressure.
I have a LOT of shit going on at school, at home, extra curriculars...it's not bad stuff. Not even close. I guess I'm just stretching myself a little too thin.
I just have to breathe. And stop using the word "fucking."
Earlier (In an IM):
"I'm just so fucking mad because I have so much...FUCKING responsibility. I KNOW it's a part of becoming a fucking adult and shit, but i'm on the brink of it being the fucking same for the rest of my fucking life. my dad was just telling me about the drama between him and his fucking friends, and i've come to the realization that FROM THIS POINT ON it will NEVER fucking change. It's ALWAYS going to be this responsibility and fucking shit that is called growing up. I'm just SO mad that I don't even know what to do."
Heh. Well, I've got some work to do. =\
Comments
Can't believe you work at the Big T! Crazy. No wonder you have anger management issues! haha.