What I need more than anything is a big, giant rant. |
Actually, what I need more is a bottle of chardonnay and sedatives.
But I know that in these circumstances of being a complete emotional wreck, those would destroy me worst than I am to begin with.
First to start off, let me say that I just worked 12 hours straight, standing up, and that I have not slept well in days, so I am writing out of delirium. Second of all, I am fucking hormonal as hell. Third of all, my house is like a war zone with my mother's petty arguments.
God, I'm an emotional wreck, and I know it's because I'm too tired. I just can't stop crying, and I hate this feeling of having no one to talk to, so that's why I'm desperately writing here. Just at times, my whole life unravels at once. I feel like I have been completely stripped and the world walks by me, but I can not move.
I have never been consumed by anger like this before. I have never been an angry person, but my god, I am about to explode.