Forward: When you read this, do not be offended by it. It was written out of frustration, desperation and PMS. I really do appreciate everyone's warm wishes and kind words. PMS is a monster.
I am mad!
I don't want words of encouragement today. I don't need words of encouragement. I need house! I need the insurance company to come through. I need someplace that is mine so that I can feel like a real person again.
It's not that I don't appreciate the kind words -ah, crap! who am I kidding?! Today, I DON'T appreciate them. They just make me angry. Everything makes me angry... And it's hard to be angry when you're trying to be kind. It's hard to be angry when you have happy, innocent, smiling faces looking up at you. It's hard to be angry when you're out of your comfort zone.
I want to be angry. I want to yell! I want to scream! I want to throw things! I want to tell the whole world to F&*K off! I am angry, and I can't do anything about it.
I'm so, so angry, and everything makes it worse.
I'm sick. I'm tired. I have PMS. I'm homeless, and I'm angry.
I want to go home.