that confounded bridge
Abstract
Vampire
Joined: 26 Jan 2008
Posts: 2521
HP: 82 MP: 10 Lives: 3
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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:02 pm
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Yup. My grandma phoned and began scolding me for stuff I had just explained to Dad, relating to the events of Sunday night...
I was close to my breaking point already, and managed to keep my cool on the phone. Once the convo was over, I hung up, and tossed the phoned a couple feet away. Then I just sat there for a good thirty seconds, before getting up and stomping around the house screaming. The first thing I did? Busted a hole in a wall. Then I went down the hallway to my room, where I ripped the beads off my door. This cut my hand, but, I didn't notice this until I was done freaking out. After that, I walked around the house screaming and ranting, looking for stuff to break. Once I calmed down, I taped the wall up, and sat back down on the couch. About ten minutes passed before I burst out crying.
Then Dad came home. More talking. Ugh.
"At least busting a hole in the wall gives us a reason to paint the house."
I stayed home today because I was feeling a little... um... tense this morning.
I'm staying home again to go to a family/legal psychologist. Joy.
Edit: People seem to be a little shocked at how I reacted. Lol, welll, shit happened on Sunday, and, on top of that, you know. Female issues (PERIOD LOLOLOL).
Last edited by Abstract on Mon Jun 09, 2008 9:07 pm; edited 1 time in total |
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