I’m sorry I’m so fucking crazy, I guess I should be used to not being understood. I’m always told I am over reacting, overthinking and it’s not a big deal and I need to get over it. Like, oh of course! I’m so sorry! I’ll stop sobbing my eyes out now! I didn’t realize it was so easy! Thanks!
Thanks, it has just made me cry even harder and I can’t get my emotions under control. I was on track to be asleep by 10pm because I have to get up at 6am in the morning. Now I’m going to be so exhausted tomorrow and I’ll probably lose even more sleep tomorrow night because I’ll be too busy to get a nap in. I just feel so crazy that I just want to scream at the top of my lungs and lose my voice because of it. I want to break shit while doing it. But I don’t want to go to a smash room and have them ask me to leave because I’m screaming at the top of my lungs.
I just want to scream to where Satan can hear me. If I was able to scream like a banshee, it wouldn’t be so hard to calm down. But if I even allow the glint of the insanity deep inside me to come through my eyes, mom and Nate would run so far.
















