Just a little stressed and tired. Can you tell?

I'm not as annoyed now. Honest. But back to work...

You know, I'm tired of everyone thinking they have me all figured out. And I'm f*cking fed up with people telling me that what upsets me shouldn't really upset me and I need to get over it. You know what!? Bite me.

No one knows what the hell goes through my head every minute, every moment. No one knows what I'm feeling, my fears, my dreams. If you did know, I'll be damned because I don't even know! So you know what, shut the hell up telling me that you know me. And don't tell me that I always do that or I always do this. Maybe the problem wasn't me, maybe the problem was that I was being too damn nice and listening to you people!

Ugh. I want to f*cking SCREAM! stupid, stupid people. New goal in life: become filthy rich and buy my own island, and live happily ever after... ALONE!! Seriuosly. Why do you need a wedding if you have enough money and can buy yourself diamonds and cool gifts?

Happy Father's Day.

I'm pooped and annoyed. Not a good combination.