#aaaaaargghhhh

[bobcat-pie]

I am not so angry that I could die. I am so angry that I could DIE and then RESSURECT IN AN UNENDING CYCLE OF RAGE. A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS DO NOT COMPARE, BECAUSE SUNS ALL DIE ONE DAY. BUT MY FRUSTRATION IS ETERNAL. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING PLASMA BALLS I’LL FUCKING OUTLIVE YOU. I’m so angry I would eat DIRT. COMPOST. I will turn things INTO dirt and THEN EAT IT. I WOULD FISTFIGHT AN ARMY BAREHANDED AND WIN. I WOULD CREATE AN ARMY OF PURE RAGE AND THEN FIST-FIGHT MYSELF SINCE I WAS THE GENERAL. I will not do anything about this though

[midsummersky]

MY GOD suddenly i have to talk to the managers of my work again. friday, to be exact, and it’s the third time within a month. and i try not to get nervous over things, but you can imagine this injects instant anxiety into my brain. like, what’s going to happen? am i doing everything wrong? do i not fit in enough? am i getting fired because i come across as too insecure?

before february everything was going all right so what the fuck is going on?