Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Angry . Y
Pissed off as hell.No, nothing happened. I don't even know why I feel this way. My heart feels like its dropping out. Like, its being PUSHED out. By someone. Or something. I can come up with a million reasons to be angry about. Thing is I somehow see those 'reasons' as an excuse of how I'm feeling now. I myself don't understand why I'm so pissed off. Okay, lemme list things out.
Percussion shirt.I don't even want to talk about that. POS.
Percussion juniors.I'm just mad with them, and trust me, i've got SEVERAL reasons to be. (not interested, go and die. I dont need to be ignored and do all the work for you guys. If you guys show me that you're actually INTERESTED, I wouldn't complain doing it. but fuck, now i look like i'm the one who's desperate. Dont test me, because i'm the
exact definition of an evil monster.)
Seniors (Just 3 actually.)I always have to listen to them.
They think they're the best.
Rude.
Money.What's there to talk about? I dont even have em'.
Family.I miss my brother. (??)
Friends. OMG KILL ME. I got annoyed SO easily today. Seriously la. I know I'm impatient, I know I've got bad temper, I know no one really likes me. I dont understand why some people have to PISS ME OFF like that. Whats killing me is that I can't even SHOW or SAY ANYTHING . I'm really pissed with FOUR people in particular.
I dont understand why people dont take me seriously.
I dont understand why people treat me like a child.
I dont understand why the things that i do is always wrong.
I dont understand why I'm always expected to listen to other people.
I dont understand why people always think they're right and I'm an idiot.
I dont understand why I'm always seen to be the fucked up teen.
I dont understand why people make me look like i'm the
only fucked up teen in class.
I dont understand why when others do something wrong, its totally fine, but when I do it, you'd hear people saying "That's so Sheril" - which is what - fucked up teen isn't it?
Annoying shit.
TeachersEvery teacher right now is like a jaggered knife slowly making their way through my chest, only to puncture the area surrounding my heart, and not directly in it. Because if it stabbed my heart, I'd be dead. "It" in this case is the knife (or rather knifes), which are the teachers. My teachers. I'm not dead, I'm just in pain. The first teacher is annoying to the dammed max. The second teacher is EXCEEDINGLY annoying. The last teacher is just fucked up. I'm meeting her tomorrow. I dont even plan to come to school because I dont want to see her face. But , my olevels are on the line. Most of the time, I'd be driven by my emotions and feelings when I make decisions, but my
brains are saying that I shouldn't be stupid and prioritize my national exams. Someone, enlighten me.
StudiesI just can't do it. I can't stay focused. Heck, I've never been in the first place.
Thats it.
