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shamanicshayminLala, I'm home. From vacation and first day of school.
Too angry to type about it right now. Too angry for anything.
I am so fucking infuriated I can't handle the world anymore, with its teeny problems I constantly overreact to everyday. Or school for that matter, if I can't concentrate because I'm mad about something I can't control all the time. Wonder if I can even make it or last long around my 18th birthday this month. Heck, I feel like I murdered myself already. I just don't feel the same anymore, and I mean it in a negative way.
I need medicine. Badly. I need to see my therapist again. Badly.
If I edge near Mom or Dad and/or hear them fighting (yet) again, I don't think I can stand it anymore.
Pretty much the only plus side right now is discovering an artist on DA who draws some kickass (if creepy & scary) things, so now I'm inspired (Haha, watch me spoil it again by typing about it!) and can vent by writing about Shadow being strangled by blood, bones (depicted as white veins), live wires that spark and coil and slice through his wrists/ankles/sides/body to electricute him, while P.A.N.D.O.R.A. sits there continuing to torture him, watching through his lenses while sipping the equivilent of Computer*Cappuccino. (Ah ha ha, and I have to go to bed. I didn't even finish 'cause I was too busy fuming~!)
Too angry to type about it right now. Too angry for anything.
I am so fucking infuriated I can't handle the world anymore, with its teeny problems I constantly overreact to everyday. Or school for that matter, if I can't concentrate because I'm mad about something I can't control all the time. Wonder if I can even make it or last long around my 18th birthday this month. Heck, I feel like I murdered myself already. I just don't feel the same anymore, and I mean it in a negative way.
I need medicine. Badly. I need to see my therapist again. Badly.
If I edge near Mom or Dad and/or hear them fighting (yet) again, I don't think I can stand it anymore.
Pretty much the only plus side right now is discovering an artist on DA who draws some kickass (if creepy & scary) things, so now I'm inspired (Haha, watch me spoil it again by typing about it!) and can vent by writing about Shadow being strangled by blood, bones (depicted as white veins), live wires that spark and coil and slice through his wrists/ankles/sides/body to electricute him, while P.A.N.D.O.R.A. sits there continuing to torture him, watching through his lenses while sipping the equivilent of Computer*Cappuccino. (Ah ha ha, and I have to go to bed. I didn't even finish 'cause I was too busy fuming~!)
