Today, I am in a bad mood. I didn’t realize how bad my mood was until I reached for a rubber band and found that there were none… to which I responded by sweeping everything off the counter and piling everything that doesn’t belong to me in a chair. The owners can either collect them or throw them away, I don’t give a fuck.
It was an instant switch from down but calm, to raging fury of destruction.
I think I’m finally beginning to process his words from yesterday, and I don’t like them.
Not just because he’s kinda right, but because I am tired of all the shit I get. I am tired of dealing with these people that I don’t think I even like anymore. I am tired of dealing with the person they force me to be.
I’m tired of all of it.
Now I’ve just gotta figure out what I’m going to do. As they say, “Should I stay or should I go?” And right now? I’m leaning toward go.
