So I destroyed my room in a flow of huge rage and depression. Nothing much, really.. I destroyed my room mate's bed, I kicked it into pieces. I punched a few holes in the wall.. And later on when I'd get calmed down, I swapped my bed with his so he wouldn't complain as much whenever he comes back. I HATE BEING NICE I wish I wouldn't be, but that's almost impossible.. Also, I hate being called a liar, when I'm telling the truth. Repeatedly.
Youpine · Sat May 23, 2009 @ 11:44am · 0 Comments |