1_21Guns
October 6th, 2009, 03:30 PM
y'know. the title would be an epic keyboard slap i'm that stressed, but i'm guessing thats against the rules.
I knew today would be bad from the start, right from the second I managed to knock half my room over and got shouted at.
Then I get to school, play pretend all day then in ICT one of my best friends starts crying. Another is stressed over some pain in the arse whore, anothers being her usual self, and that lesson was just hell.
Then I had to walk home in the pouring rain, rain never helps much.
Then I get in, my mothers being her usual pain in the arse self, and is now coming up atleast every hour asking if i want something, I wish she'd just go away.
I've been comfort eating for about 2 weeks now. And I know exactly how it will end. I'll just suddenly epically drop the amount i eat to very little. I've been there before, and its making me feel worse.
Then theres the sharp objects in my room which are proving difficult to ignore.
Then theres a list of other things about a mile long, that I actually can't be bothered to sit here rambling on about. Sorry, I bet you're all sick of me moaning every 2 seconds. I know i'm sick of myself.
I knew today would be bad from the start, right from the second I managed to knock half my room over and got shouted at.
Then I get to school, play pretend all day then in ICT one of my best friends starts crying. Another is stressed over some pain in the arse whore, anothers being her usual self, and that lesson was just hell.
Then I had to walk home in the pouring rain, rain never helps much.
Then I get in, my mothers being her usual pain in the arse self, and is now coming up atleast every hour asking if i want something, I wish she'd just go away.
I've been comfort eating for about 2 weeks now. And I know exactly how it will end. I'll just suddenly epically drop the amount i eat to very little. I've been there before, and its making me feel worse.
Then theres the sharp objects in my room which are proving difficult to ignore.
Then theres a list of other things about a mile long, that I actually can't be bothered to sit here rambling on about. Sorry, I bet you're all sick of me moaning every 2 seconds. I know i'm sick of myself.