Chapter A: "Go Away"
Today was frustrating. It made me angry. It made me horribly sad. Don't even start with conjectures about why I was angry or depressed. Do not assume, because I promise that you are wrong.
I just want to destroy something. I wish I had an alarm clock. I'd destroy it. After 12 hours of articles today, and constant interruptions, and a splitting headache, I really do not want to talk to anyone. I wish I just had some isolation, or peace, or something resembling solitude; so that I could put my head back together.
It is like there is a fire burning in my arms, and the itch to punch someone is certainly upon me. There are many things that frustrate me right now. Granted, I am leaving soon and not a moment too soon, I promise; but still there are things which will torment me 'till no end.
I accept that. I move forward nonetheless. I will do my work here. I am so close. I've got true friends, and I've got fairweather ones. I've got enemies, and I've got true ones. It will sort itself out. Love, Faith, Hope-- still have them; but fuck trust. That, I am done with.
Today was frustrating. It made me angry. It made me horribly sad. Don't even start with conjectures about why I was angry or depressed. Do not assume, because I promise that you are wrong.
I just want to destroy something. I wish I had an alarm clock. I'd destroy it. After 12 hours of articles today, and constant interruptions, and a splitting headache, I really do not want to talk to anyone. I wish I just had some isolation, or peace, or something resembling solitude; so that I could put my head back together.
It is like there is a fire burning in my arms, and the itch to punch someone is certainly upon me. There are many things that frustrate me right now. Granted, I am leaving soon and not a moment too soon, I promise; but still there are things which will torment me 'till no end.
I accept that. I move forward nonetheless. I will do my work here. I am so close. I've got true friends, and I've got fairweather ones. I've got enemies, and I've got true ones. It will sort itself out. Love, Faith, Hope-- still have them; but fuck trust. That, I am done with.