I am at capacity this month... So every f*cking little thing.
- Passive aggressive nonsense. If it were an honest argument, I'd bite. Thrash things out, no problem. Resof*ckinglution possible. Hell, even if it were just a "I need to shout at someone for awhile." that gives me options. Want me to shout back, or just stand here and nod? Kay. We can do that. But no. The stomping, sighing, eye rolling, never gonna actually say what's wrong just manipulate, woe-is-me, over the top, dramatic bullshit (I'm just a slaaaaaave)... FFS. Breathing and not speaking. Breathing and not acting. And I'm still hot about something that normally wouldn't even phase me. Family.
- Petty ass bullshit. Jesus f*cking Christ. It doesn't f*cking matter. Family, again.
- There's someone on my short list I have to interact with on a semi-regular basis. If I had to see him today, I'd have broken his knee and stepped on his neck. So I didn't. Missed something f*cking important and just did the opposite of what I wanted to do. Again. And caught shit for it. Again.
- 12,ooo things I'm mad at myself over.
I just can't let any of this shit go. Went to sleep furious. Woke up furious. Balanced on a knife blade today. I think I've said 3 words out loud. This isn't what I do. I make fun of this shit. I laugh about it. I burn it off. Christ. I f*cking hate this shit. And I hate bitching about it. Whiny ass little girl suck it the f*ck up already.