The day begins.
I wake up refreshed and happy.
Walk to the kitchen, grab food.
Talk to my mom, and the day goes to shit.
All the careful planning.
The saving gas and money to be able to go.
The risking the fucked up car to go.
All worthless shit in light of the situation.
Get called in to work a late shift on friday.
For a job I don't even technically have anymore.
What the fuck is this shit?
I need to destroy.
Shatter.
Burn.
Break.
Any and all forms of destruction.
Maybe then I'll feel slightly better.
And not be in a completely bitchy mood at work.
Fuck this bull shit.
I'm going back to bed.