Mentalness

You know, people sometimes just suck.

On Sunday I was having a REALLY bad day, we’re talking pure grumpy, angry, tired, bitchy to the max kind of day. I spent the night at a friend’s house on Saturday and we stayed up until about 3 AM watching movies, then I was woken up by Alvin and the Chipmunks at 8:30 AM because she can’t sleep in, that’s where my bad day started. Once I finally left her house, I went home and my mom made me start on cleaning the house and doing chores. I was in NO mood for that! Then after hours of picking crap up, I had to work. YAY!..... NOT!

As soon as I got to work, my favorite manager clocked out and my least favorite clocked in, let the fun begin! Since Yi (my stupid manager) is so lazy, I had to do all of my stuff AND all the kitchen jobs while he was in the back office doing absolutely nothing. Then when he finally realized that he has a job and you have to actually work, he decided to come and help me in the kitchen and pick a fight with me over pickles. Yep, that's right ladies and gentlemen.... PICKLES! Oh my sweet Jesus. That just sunk me into a deeper level of insanity and intolerability. Once he finally let me off, I sat there and ate some cheesesticks which gave me a stomachache and made my mood even worse.

Finally, home! I walk in, throw my stuff down, and collapse on the couch. Before I know it, my dad comes upstairs and my mom starts yelling at him for something stupid. So I just walk away into the bathroom and lock the doors and try to block the world out. They just got louder. Shortly after I start screaming for them to be quiet, I hear my dad storm downstairs and my mom turn the TV back on. I walk out of the bathroom, grab my ipod, and storm out. My mom was yelling after me but I didn't care, I HAD to get out.

After huffing and puffing for 10 minutes I find myself at the park swing set 2 blocks away from my house, my favorite place in the world to be. I sat down, turned my ipod up, and just cried. I normally don't get this emotional about things, but these past few weeks have just kicked my butt and I needed to have a little break down. After a few hours, the sun started to go down and the shorts and tank top I was wearing wasn't keeping me very warm.

Bethany, my bestest friend in the whole wide world (:D), knew I needed someone to vent to so she met me up at the park and brought me a huge fleece blanket. She listened while I talked and cried, then about 1/2 later I was frozen and my mom started having a panic attack and freaking out, so I went home.

My mental breakdown was a little silly if you look at it at the surface, but if you dig deeper, there was more to it, but that's a lot of personal issues that I don't want to get into. I feel better and I'm a little warmer :)