No, not really day two of life, just of writing. Hey, I never said I would do this everyday, did I?
It's almost five now and I am worn. It's been a long day. I woke up at least ten times last night, my irritation getting worse with each time. I felt amazingly alone every time and had an almost unbearable urge to call A. I'm not entirely sure what stopped me, but does it really matter? It may have partially been the fact that I could hardly move, or the fact that it wasn't talking that I wanted, but rather something he can't give me right now.
Since I woke up people have done nothing but piss me off, and when you have seven other people in your house that is NOT a good thing. Even hiding within my room doesn't work, doesn't stop anyone from just barging in and pissing me off more. My mother dearest, for instance, came in to my room the moment she got home, yelling something about Toby getting out, waking JJC up after she didn't get home till 8-something as it was. This, of course, angered her and WHO does she take it out on? Me! As if I had anything to do with Toby's escape despite the fact that I have been in this room since I woke up. The little boy downstairs WON'T STOP SCREECHING which is grating on my nerves like sandpaper. AND Eros decided that he was in a bad mood as well and, consequently, that my presence does nothing for him. To make his point clear he jumped on my leg and slid down it with his claws out. Needless to say, this did not put me in a better mood.
I know all I need to do is talk to him to bring my day up, but, besides the fact that he isn't here, I can't bring myself to wake him. I hope he'll understand that.
My goal for today was getting some writing done, but I didn't get very far. My mood shows too well in the words and when it's an upbeat and happy part... well, it just kills it. I think I'll wait a little while and try again.
Ugh, I'm STARVING! Okay, I'm off for now. Maybe I'll write a little more later today. I haven't done nearly enough with this yet.
(Oh, and shush with you, it's coming! You know who you are >_> wink
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