Album: The Cost
So angry at myself for missing my dad's flying off to India today, a day like every Sunday I spent cooped up in my room. Why? Because there's blessed air-conditioning and my laptop. Haven't been pulling my weight around the house.
So. Mad. At. Myself.
I sure hope it's PMS and/or the full moon. I'm alternatively homicidally frustrated and suicidally miserable.
Having to go to work isn't helping; on the contrary, it's possibly both root and exacerbation.
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