All day I wanted to be in my house. Now that I’m in my house I want to be anywhere else. I want to be out of my head. I’m not enjoying being in my head just at the moment. It’s a rough place to be.
Actually, anywhere near by is probably pretty shitty too. Sorry. I never could deal with things without venting on and to anyone within, oh, a 5km radius. Possibly more.
On a lighter note, this is so insanely stupid that, really, I’m laughing at myself when I’m not screaming with angst.