One of those days

One of those days. I need an outlet.

By one of those days I mean one of those times you need to have a good cry because everything in life is wrong in an odd, inexplicable way. Those times when you want to throw in the towel, when you need to rant, to pour your woes and sorrows and yet know that nobody will listen, that nobody wants to listen, and even if they do they won't understand. They'll just pretend they understand and give all the wrong solutions to your problems. And you don't know how exactly how to say what you mean, as it seems that no words of any sort can convey what you feel.

Yes, one of those days.

I was angry at (almost) everyone at school. Especially myself. When I came home, my parents said I was pale. I told them I was sleepy. My dad said I must've received bad results and was avoiding them (he implicated it, anyway) and of course I got angry.

The bad part about being a 'girl' is the part where people expect you to be less aggressive. I have never felt more like punching someone, because I hate people not understanding me. I slept the rest of the day.

Had the first suicidal thought in months today.