“It would be healthy to use this blog for venting more,” I tell myself.
But sometimes you just don’t feel like even talking it out. It hardly matters because it’s something that isn’t going to be fixed, and something that’s been frustrating you for a while that you’ve talked about before, and it’s all old hat, and even if you felt like explaining it, why bother?
I HATE YOU.
Now excuse me while I use a combination of chiptunes and Death mode to vent the fuck out of myself.
(+500 brownie points if you can actually guess what I’m upset about. it doesn’t matter though)