I've cried twice this weekend for reasons I'm still trying to figure out.
Saturday, after a pleasant shopping spree with my sister, I'm making breakfast and need butter. I grab it from the fridge and it falls splattering butter all over the floor. I'm pissed. I slam the fridge door and I get yelled at by my dad and I snap at him. He's pissed. I'm pissed even more. Everyone gets all quiet in the kitchen wondering wtf is wrong with me. I cried while scrambling eggs.
Sunday, I wake up. After long difficulty to play hooky from church, I just want to eat my speacial K cereal in front of the TV and watch on-demand...peacefully...perfect plan. I go downstairs and my sister is hogging the remote and the couch when she should've been doing the dishes because it was my turn to cook. Not in my plan. I snap at her and storm out running back up to my room. I cried while eating my special K cereal.
And yes, I realized now it's all connected with food. *still wondering what that means*
Yet, this is not counting the moments I did want to cry. Like when google wasn't helping when I needed a tutorial on a freelance job that's stressing me out. OR when I finally thought I figured it out and downloaded a file to help me but my old version of the program I'm using doesn't support it. OR when I'm searching through limewire just to find an updated version to open the fucking file that didn't want to open in the first place, but instead downloading a virus for free porn and fucking up my dad's computer.
No, this wasn't a great weekend at all. And why didn't I cry for things that actully matter like porn on your fathers PC or a fucked up freelance project I'm getting payed for and it's 3 months past its deadline?! I still have no idea.
All I know is...it must be my period on its way...
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Must be my period! - Epi 3
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*hugs N*
There, there honey....
Sometimes is better to cry then to hold it inside you.
There are days that everything seems wrong...the world seems wrong.
We don't need any good reason to cry, at least I don't.
But one thing I know for sure (from my experience), if we're not happy with ourselves we are not happy with the world.
Cheer up love, I am sure you were having a bad day ;)
*shows N a big poster of James*
WooOOOooT
Crying is OK.
My shrink told me so.
*hugs Neri*
P.S.
Regarding "dad's porn" issue... I know, ewwwww!
It's so difficult to look at my parents as people, individuals with... needs, and not like my parents. *shivers*
Thanks vanny love and that poster better have the James eye brow! That's the kind that makes me feel better!
SM LOL. To clear it up... I put the porn in my dad's comp from a virus! LOLOLOLOL! I'd die if he did that! EW!!! *shivers*
Oh, and he's pissed beyond measures. :-/
God no. I do not ever want to know about my parents and sex. ALthough if I HAD to, I'd rather know about my father than my mother.
WHy am I even pondering this question?
I'd rather rip my eyes out and go blind than mistakenly walk into my parents!!!!!!
Oh lordy, I shake my brain to shake the thought. BLAH!!! *shivers more*
No, No! I CAME FROM A STORK DAMMIT!
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