Your description here, try to keep it a certain length at least so that it fills up the box. One-liners won't look very pretty in an empty box.
Your description here, try to keep it a certain length at least so that it fills up the box. One-liners won't look very pretty in an empty box.
Your description here, try to keep it a certain length at least so that it fills up the box. One-liners won't look very pretty in an empty box. :)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
People say I have anger issues. They're probably right but there have been several times where I tried to deny it and I got plenty of negative replies about it. Take this conversation for example:
JAN: kowkow, i think you have anger issues. no, I KNOW you have anger issues. lmao.
KOWKOW: wtf? bloody hell! i do not have effing anger issues! what makes you arsing think i have f*cking anger issues? you're insane.
JAN: that and several other conversations like that. plus, you also are extremely violent and prone to killing someone within 5 meters of you. i think that constitutes to having anger issues.
KOWKOW: oh.... i think you're right.
boomJOEtastic: O.o know i know why ladies freak me out. booyah!
then Jan proceeds to tackle Joe and the two start to roll on the floor, fighting, which eventually ends up with the two of them snogging each other's faces off...
back to my point.
So I presume it is true that I have anger issues. No, I don't actually presume, its more of a confirmation of what I truly am. Deny as I may, the evidence speaks for itself. I wonder now from whom of my parents had I inherited such a trait, though I don't particularly remember any of them exploding in anger when they have issues. Still, this may cause a problem in my future life, i.e. no friends, public humiliation, eternal stress and persistent headaches. God, I have a terrible problem in me. I also believe that I have an OCD, which I was led to believe considering me being such a neat freak, my need to go upstairs two steps at a time and my sudden hitting of my head without any particular reason. I try to stop the stairs thing, but I can't. Either my feet are so used to it, or I'm just too darn addicted to it. The hitting of the head has no explanation whatsoever, and then neat freak... well, you should see my collection of books, which are stacked by size, by series and by author. Anyways, I'm mentally challenged, I know that now. My future life shows signals of eternal damnation in a padded cell, a straight jacket and constant medication. I assume a psychiatrist, a psychologist or maybe even my parents can cause me to think otherwise, but oddly enough, in my craziness, I actually anticipate a life of craziness. Fun, no? Whatever. Hopefully I'll get over them some time, even if my subconscious is telling me, "No! Don't fight it... Live with it... Live crazy..."
.C U R R E N T L Y.
FEELING: bored. down. confused.
WEARING: pb and j... kidding. PJs.
EATING: keebler's chips deluxe chocolate lovers cookies.
DOING: breathing, thinking of what to type, typing what has been thought, assessing said typed.
READING: flipped by van draanen.
LISTENING: coldplay. my addiction for them just came back.
making the world a crazier place,
devast8ed.dreamer
Labels: anger, issues
3/19/2008 04:57:00 PM
