Animals strike curious poses
What the hell?? I have zero mood to go out. I don't want to meet anyone. But I'm *expletive* bored at home. I know if I'm left alone like this any longer, I'll start bawling. God, I can hear those irritating thoughts about home gnawing at my brain.
You know what? Whatever. I'm not gonna get what I want so there's no use in pining.
So I'm either gonna sleep now, or eat some chocolate. And I might just watch some sappy flick so that I can *expletive* cry.
And no, I'm NOT gonna take this *expletive* opportunity to think about *expletive* work.
Btw, This isn't pms. This is me being downright cranky and bitchy. Because being angry seems less weak than crying.
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