I could write a whole fucking book about all the little pointless things that pissed me off today. I really don't want to though, I've been trying to push past all these angry emotions I've been having. Even writing this all I keep thinking is "OH MY GOD WHO THE HELL CARES" *in Peter Griffin's voice*.
Why do I even want to do this? Why is everything so irritating? I was pretty much doing all the same things I did yesterday and I wasn't this agro. I've literally yelled at the animals 14 million times today. I don't know if there's a fucking storm coming or what, but they've all been popping off.
AS I FUCKING WRITE THIS DIANE (the cat) IS RUNNING AROUND EVERYWHERE. Bouncing off the fucking walls, trying to climb the bloody window, wrestling with Arlo (the husky). I was even trying to partake in a calming outlet, like painting and listening to lofi music, and fucking Diane runs in all the paint! It's actually not that bad. There isn't like paint all over the house or anything. It's just like "are you fucking kidding me?". Like just stay calm, chill, don't move, be still, fucking stop. Everyone was normal yesterday...what the hell happened?
It's probably all my fault, they're definitely feeding off my pissy energy and going nuts. Or something. Even when I think I'm about to chill out, not be happy but not be angry anymore, just be neutral, something sets me off. Even that fucking sentence, I used so many stupid comas I'm pissed again. Fucking pissed. Raged almost. Normally I would just write all my anger out in my notes or in my journal, but I thought "you know what? WHO THE HELL CARES" *not Peter Griffin's voice*. I am supposed to be an annoyingly relatable blog site, so yeah. It's definitely relatable that people get angry at little things and have those moments or whatever. Uh, I don't know what the hell I'm saying anymore. Hey! That's also relatable. Or is it just annoying? Yeah, just annoying I think. Whatever.
I could actually keep going and complain about a whole bunch of other things I'm pissed about, but I think I'll just end it here. I'm really good at avoiding things, so I'll just avoid all my anger for right now. I'll go finish my sucky painting of a stupid fucking mountain and some pathetic looking trees. Tomorrow will be better I'm sure. It's fine. Deep breathes, happy thoughts. Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens, and all that bullshit.
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