And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Monday, September 15
I think work has made me quite a grouch.
I'm just irate.
At people, in general.
& a lot of things that friends say that piss me off & makes me want to yell & tear my hair out, & well, basically, snap & just lose it.
When it shouldn't warrant such a reaction of course.
But when you're just irritable, you're just irritable.