it's raining. it's pouring. the old man is snoring.

This morning, I woke up resenting every single face on earth. Including mine, of course. Especially mine. And the day's events have only served to compound the irrational hatred. I have cried a couple of times, swore under my breath a thousand times and have been screaming as loud as I can in my head since I got out of bed.

I didn't think it was fair of me to meet up with you, Liz, when I was feeling like that. When I'm feeling like this. I'm sorry I just bailed out on you like that, didn't even bother explaining why and didn't reply to your sms. I didn't want to spoil your day because I didn't want to talk at all. I definitely wasn't gonna make any attempts at small talk because that's just stupid and lame. And if I were to meet you only to shut my beady eyes and puny mouth... I didn't think that was such a fabulous idea.
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I'm meeting Crys this Friday for the last time before she jets off for like 5 years. And my foul mood hasn't lightened in the least bit (and such moods last). Oh joy!