After getting getting bitchy and fed up with my roommate, I then childishly slammed shut both of my bedroom doors (it's an old house, so my room randomly has 2) and proceeded to sob uncontrollably for the next hour and a half.
I do not feel better.
A friend then sent me a text asking if I was awake to listen to his problems over the phone. Knowing my current emotional lack of stability, I warned him before he started speaking that tonight I was most likely not going to be the most understanding of listeners, but he continued despite my warning. After finishing unloading his woes on me, something inside me sort of snapped. I yelled at him that his so called issues were trivial in comparison to mine, and that he needed to grow the fuck up and start acting his age.
That didn't make me feel better either.
So now I delay sleep, spending my time worrying, crying, listening to very specific songs attached to very specific emotions, and taking surprisingly accurate facebook quizes. I feel angry and restless and desperate and exhausted.
And I feel like committing arson.
But most of all I feel hopeless.
I do not feel better.
A friend then sent me a text asking if I was awake to listen to his problems over the phone. Knowing my current emotional lack of stability, I warned him before he started speaking that tonight I was most likely not going to be the most understanding of listeners, but he continued despite my warning. After finishing unloading his woes on me, something inside me sort of snapped. I yelled at him that his so called issues were trivial in comparison to mine, and that he needed to grow the fuck up and start acting his age.
That didn't make me feel better either.
So now I delay sleep, spending my time worrying, crying, listening to very specific songs attached to very specific emotions, and taking surprisingly accurate facebook quizes. I feel angry and restless and desperate and exhausted.
And I feel like committing arson.
But most of all I feel hopeless.
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