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Life's got to be the absolute pits if you get several consecutive shitty days. I found today, or rather yesterday, exceptionally bad. If it's any consolation, perhaps for the first time ever, I got everything off my chest. Although it was a little embarrassing being caught hanging around the front of my closet, hovering between indecision about whether or not I should pop into the other room to do what galls me. Labels: family
I think it's shittier than a shitty day when you're too scared to talk to your parents honestly.
And I think words are starting to mess with my mind. All the 'fucks' that I keep seeing in books, in blogs... They're starting to make me want to use them. For now, let me stick with 'bloody hell'.
Bloody hell!