slightly less stressed but just as homicidal

i was quite the massacre waiting to happen for the past couple of days at uni. i think ppl noticed it too, cause everyone seemed to stay out of my way and all the communication was pretty much limited to:

'are you ok with coffee? want me to bring you a new cup?'

apart from the mad lil lady. i'm sure she's a wonderful person and everything. but keep her away from me or i shall surely snap. like a dry brittle stick with a shotgun. snapity-snap. snap snap.

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was shitty as fuck again last night. i just really, REALLY don't like disappointments.

there's a looooong history. but the current situation is that i have a dear mate who i never really get to see. he's one of the few ppl that i actually give a shit abt even tho i haven't been in any contact with him lately. haven't had the chance to properly catch up with him over a glass of white for over a year! a friggen year!

once again, we were supposed to meet up last night. and once again the plans got cancelled because of his personal bullshit hitting the fan. shits me. shits me to no end.

what the fuck is it with all these fucken paranoid bitches making my life more difficult?

bunnies, go for the sane bitches. please! or at least keep them on a shorter leash. preferably with a muzzle. mmm-kay?