Argh

[ysobel]

I am really fucking stabbyfaced right now and I don’t like ANYTHING. I don’t like myself, or the writing I’m doing, or my mom, or my aides, or people in general, or the storm that’s coming, or anything

I want to scream and cry and hide and punch stuff and stab everything

(even Yahtzee isn’t helping; he came over and paw-tapped my chair and I just wanted to yell at him that I am a horrible person and he should leave me alone. I didn’t, but I really really wanted to)

I don’t know what to do with this anger

(except turn it inwards but I’m trying not to because that way leads badness)

I just

I can’t even deal