Warning: This was a hard day and it reflects in what I say. I didn't know how to control my emotions back then and this is one of the times I exploded in text form. Needless to say, this is a scary violent read. (Please don't take down this blog, Google.)
Also, this marks the day I started journaling regularly.
You've been warned. Also, play this as you read. You'll get why later.
I just got done walking home school and quiet frankly I'm fucking pissed. I had a shitty day and I've been angry all fucking day. I'm still angry right now. I feel bloodthirsty. Like I could beat someone into a pulp. I've been so angry, I wanted to start a fight all goddamn day. I stayed for math tutorial. I fucked up my English Homework. I am fucking pissed right now. I am waiting for mum to come home with all of her fuck shit. And I'm fucking sleepy. I've been wanting to recapture the magic of last week, to no avail. Fucking bullshit. Fuck me. Damn it. God fucking dammit. Dammit! I want to break something!
Hence why I told you to play that song. It makes the read less ... jarring.
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