Mind your manners, don't offend me with your flatulance, speak only with perfect grammar, 'least you want me to cut you up with a spatula.
The Incubus concert tonight was amazing... but again, don't exactly feel all that verbose at the moment. Let's just say that I was about to fully release some pent-up and/or latent violent emotions by singing along with Brandon Boyd as loud as I could.
Expecting all that release to have a positive effect? Yes it did. Till I got into Christy's car and couldn't cuss at all (saying "crap" in their family is a mortal sin) which means that talking was mundane and minimal.
To make matters worse, my bedroom door was locked because relatives showed up today while I was gone, so I had to wait half an hour till the parents came to unlock it. Which means at this moment I haven't the energy to workout at all today, and lordy knows I need to to boost my esteem since I pigged out during lunch. I disgust myself with the things I do and say sometimes.
And no I won't even stretch out because parents are in the same room. Seeing me stretching out, they'll start asking "why" questions which'll eventually lead to the empty and cliche praises of me "taking charge of my life." Fuck.
If anyone bothers me while I sulk in my room tonight, I'll wrap a belt around their neck and burst their trachea.
..... Matt? Come back soon?
I'm becoming unstable again....
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