Seein' Red.

"Sometimes I'd rather cut your lips/right off your face and kiss them goodnight/but then sometimes/ you can make a room feel perfect when you try..."
-"In Her Bedroom" by Story of the Year

Sorry Humanities group that went up today. I was angry and brooding and bitter. And I caught myself boiling today. Again, I wanted to walk out. Not because of all of you, but because of one person who is a hypocrite. And don't even tell me I'm wrong, because I'm fuckin' right. And I'm repressing some violent urges right now. I hate Humanities. Maybe no one understands and they think we're all overreacting, but you don't know how it is to be up there and have no idea why no one is even paying you any respect. So don't try to calm us down because we fuckin' are entitled to be bitter. And I'm sorry you have to witness that. But some things you just can't fuckin' repress. Its going to be a long and bitter year.

So these feelings of bitterness probably won't go away and I feel it everytime I walk into P-3. Its fuckin' hell and I'll make sure that everyone else feels it. Assholes that made our presentation suck (and it wasn't all on us), you fuckers are getting it.

That is me. See ya later.