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I am very tired. Inside, midway, outside, every side. My throat is moody and my eyes angry. My legs fidgety, my head obviously not controlling them. I feel like arguing, I feel like picking a fight. Maybe that's what took over when I threw a retort back at my mum. I want to throw things, I need to punch something that will retaliate but Magc doesn't count. I desire As' for essays I don't have to write and a free trip. My emotions must have gotten through to blogger-there's a huge bright red banner on top of the text box reading 'ERROR'. What did I do? Stare at you? Too bad you can't punch.
Maybe I will just cry.
Very, angsty.