I am irritated.

As you can see.

Yes...I am irritated.
I try hard to work today, normally I should be at school, but, since I have my work here, and am to Lazy to waste an hour traveling, I just make it here at home.

But then, my fish has a tumor on it's head, and it incurable. I had to freaking cry because I REALLY REALLY DID NOT..want to kill it. And nobody was home, so I was basically crying to myself, shaking, holding a little pan of some oil, and the fish in a bowl, and then waited for it to die in it's sleep, and flush it down the toilet.
I was hurt because....I don't like to do these kinds of things, but I stayed calm, I did what I had to do.
Then I went back to work.

BUT OF COURSE, workblock, I need to do shores, so okay I did them quickly, time to go back to freaking school. But my mother keeps calling me to give me more shores, I love to do them, but woman I have school to do!! Maybe I should just have gone to school and worked there instead! So much distractions, god!

So I made it clear to her that I want to work, so plz, stop calling. She finally got the clue, she left me alone.
Finally I can stress less and get this shit done.

As I was thinking that everything is going according to plan, I had to fucking argue with my GF about stupid things, and like always my irritable bowels syndrome is hurting me again, for getting angry and annoyed.
I have nobody to turn to now, so then I just go freaking talk, to the computer, yes, the computer.
This is my dairy I can use to puff out my anger to. It doesn't talk back but WHATEVER!

And then more shit comes around, I have to write a fucking huge letter of blah, for my parents, and I am already feeling miserable, and sick about everything.

I just go comfort myself in a corner, and keep making homework and tell myself jokes to cheer up.