Why don't I have even the right to remain silent? I am goddamn fucking sick of the same shit. Everyone else throws tantrums, quarrel, disrupt the peace. And yet, as soon as i show the slightest bit of temper, all hell breaks loose. Don't get me wrong; i love my family, acquaintances, friends, and the people around me. But can't somebody just fucking understand that i have my own problems to deal with. To be tampered with is the last thing that i need right now. Yes, my problems might seem miniscule. But goddamn, problems are subjective. They might be ants to you people, but fuck they mean my sanity. And at this point, i'm no longer sure as to how much longer i can keep it. And note to self, being so hypocritical does not help, as it's fucked up acting sane when you're not. Unfortunately this is me. The water is boiling, and fuck i wish somebody would just understand.
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