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2003 1 September :: 7.33 am
:: Mood: annoyed
:: Music: Marcy Playground
Eh, Living Sucks
I was annoyed when I first set out to add a second entry, and when it didn't go through I became more annoyed. I am extremely tired by a slew of events-gone-wrong today. If I wrote it out here you wouldn't want to read it so, once again, it's going to be bottled up inside until my memory does what it does best: forget.
I was listening to Audioslave for a few hours prior to this, and I love Audioslave, but it's not the kind of music I want to hear when I'm upset. So if you've noticed above, I'm listening to Marcy Playground. Some may say they're more depressing than Audioslave, but I'm hoping it'll make me calm down. I really hate feeling upset and annoyed. Strangely enough though, when I feel this way, I have an excited sort of feeling. A Christmas Eve sort of feeling, when I was a child, and I hate it.
The feeling has almost fully dissipated now and when it's gone I'll feel like nothing happened. Sometimes I wonder if that's healthy. I should care, shouldn't I? I should hold a grudge of some sort, right? I should do some physical activity or count to a hundred backwards, wouldn't you agree?
These days the only thing that seems to bother me are my own actions. It takes a hell of a lot for someone to offend me, much less annoy me, and, in a way, I'm glad I don't give much of a damn. It really takes a load of stress off my shoulders. Someone I know in real life, for about two years, was surprised one day when I nonchalantly commented, "I have so much stress." They laughed at the thought and told me, "You, have stress? Whatever." I have bundles of stress. Most of it seems to be self-made but it's stress nonetheless. But the way they said that to me was interesting. They really sounded like, for me to have stress, was impossible. From that I assumed henceforth that people couldn't tell how I felt inside. I've been told by numerous others also, some of which I'm not acquaintances with, that I am pretty expressionless and seemingly emotionless. That probably sounds bad, but possibly even moreso that one of them was my boyfriend. And that's a very long story.
I'm topic hopping too fast. Seems like I typed up a lot though, so I'm going to find something else to do.
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