There are those times when you can feel that there’s something growing inside of you. Not in a parasite-in-your-digestive-tract way, but in a I-want-to-break-someone’s-face-but-I-don’t-know-why kind of way. It’s the most frustrating thing in the world when you feel like this. Something’s wrong. Duh. But what? And, why? You’re mad/angry/sad/vengeful/depressed/frustrated and for some stupid reason you developed this feeling before you decided why. It’s like when you watched “Inglorious Basturds” and you realized you recognized the blonde chick from somewhere, but you can’t remember her name. Shoot this is gonna bother me. Seriously what’s her name?  I’ll remember 20 minutes from now. But, back to this stupid feelings thing. Why is it that your brain decides you’re upset without letting you know why? It’s like the world’s worst game of 20 questions…with yourself. Is it something with school? Nope did all of my homework and actually have decent grades (it’s only the beginning of the semester). Was it my parents? Not more than usual. Am I pms-ing? Not yet, but that’s gonna be a consideration soon. Was it my friends? Nope.

It would be really convenient if your mind could communicate things to the rest of you before it throws you into turmoil. A nice little memo would be appreciated. “P.s. you’re pissed because you just remembered that stupid fight you had last week with your boyfriend and he told you that you were just like your mom.” THANKS BRAIN! Communication is key, or so I’m told. So why can’t the insides of me communicate well?

………………………………….me not posting for months is actually to protest SOPA, not because I’m lazy.

Just go with it.

(Source: getoutoftherecat)