witful bastard

For some odd reason, I tend to react to the smallest incidents. I got a parking ticket for only $20, I parked on the lines, not in them. Oh the shame. *sarcasm* Instead of only reacting with anger, I also gathered sadness as well as depression and tears. While I was driving home, I couldn't stop them from flowing from my eyes. I let some out and them quickly shut them back into my Little Box.

( ...continuacion... )

 Fictional character? Hmm...I've been reading a lot of James Rollins so I'd have to say Painter Crowe (Director of Sigma Force) or Gray Pierce (Sigma operative) or Monk (Another Sigma operative). Simply for the fact that they would know how to survive in an environment like that plus I think they're both very attractive, at least they seem to be in the novels.

This is going to be an addition, but a break from  from my autobiography. A description of my first week at university.

Well, besides the tension and emotional stress from my significant other's fickle decision to stay together. This will be discussed another time.

I said no. He didn't listen.
Tuition cost overshadows present income. Crap.
Tequila. Lime. Tequila. More Tequila. Floor.
Use force against me. Will fall.

"Even if I say it'll be alright, still I hear you say you want to end your life." ~Never Too Late - Three Days Grace~

I don't know why I get depressed. I just do. It might be genetic. I hate being at home with my brother. I just want to be alone. His words, weird and strange, annoy me. He says unnecessary things that are sometimes plain stupid. I washed the dishes. Big freaking deal. You know why I washed  the dishes? Because I freaking had some time to do. Yea, I know crazy.