Pissed
I get pissed easily. It’s not my fault. Most of my origins are based in the UK, so if you want to blame something, blame that. There are just certain people whose very existence pisses me off. Like every single person related to my step father. There’s just something about them that irks me. Every guy in that family thinks that they are the high-chief-boss-man all the women just let them think that. For example, my step cousin is always either cussing his mom out or telling her to shut up. What does she do about that? Nothing. She just lets him. It’s not like he’s showing off for his friends either, because he has no friends. No one likes the kid and I don’t blame them. I agree with them in fact.
H’s just one of the people who pisses me off all the time. there are even more at school. Beverly, Jon, Ty… The list goes on. See? It’s not just his family that I hate.
But what do I say about this, or anything else for that matter?
Absolutely nothing. I’m to damn shy7 and insecure to say anything till I get way past my boiling point. And when that happens it’s bad. the problem is that when I get to the point that I say something I always black out what I said, so the next thing I know there are all these people who are mad at me and I don’t know why.
I blacked out for an entire week back in January. That was pretty bad.
But as I said in the beginning, if you want to blame something, blame my origins. As proud of them as I am, I still blame them.
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