Angry

So I've had a headache most of the night. Well, ever since the slushie drink, I haven't felt quite right, almost sick-like. Which sucks, especially considering it wasn't even the right kind of slushie drink that I wanted. It wasn't bad, though...just not what I had wanted.

In addition to the headache, I didn't do any homework tonight. I have a book to read (a LONG book, that I've barely started), a one-page response to write about it, a final project proposal (due Wednesday) to work out, and an art assignment to complete.

And instead of taking a chink out of the armor today, I opted to do it all tomorrow. Yeah, go me. And I'm still awake at 5:30AM.

Anyway, to add to the matter, I decided to have some alcohol, which has only enhanced my anger, and I now sit here at 5:30AM pretty pissed off with myself and my life.

I'm lonely, and there's a girl I like, but I fear it's too late (if there was ever an option of "too late" in the first place, who knows if she was even interested...you wouldn't know with girls, since they prefer to play games).

I hate these fucking Jamster commercials, somebody needs to fucking bomb their corporate headquarters. Fuck them. Stupid bullshit.

I don't know what to do with myself. I'm angry, I'm depressed, I'm confused, I'm lonely, I'm alot of things and none of them are things I'm ready for, none of them are things I really wanna be.

Fuck. I'm going to bed, sleep is good...I think. I hope.