2001-12-04

lyssie: (Default)
2001-12-04 12:50 am

ok...

Let's see if I can make this make sense. Of a sort.

First. My apologies. I don't normally cuss out the people I like. But it was sort of the only outlet (short of going outside into the street and screaming, and that might have gotten me picked up as a prostitute...) I had available.

Dad and I had this stupid argument, on top of a lousy and boring night at work. I came home with only a few goals in mind: eat, hop online, scream in journal, go to bed.

I basically wanted the world to go away--just for a minute or two.

Instead, I walked in and Dad accosted me, and... well, it devolved from there.

Thought I'd still be ok when I came upstairs, but he fucking followed me to harrangue me about something else.

And I snapped. I'd just logged onto IRC and my journal, and, well...

I hit the close x, and then posted, and almost deleted my friends list in my rage and frustration... Er. But I didn't.

Suffice to say, I'm fine now, just hungry.

Bed soon, 'cause I have class in the morning.

Nini.