New year's eve is tomorrow, and I'm feeling stressed as hell. I feel as if my irritation gauge is at its peak, and it's getting harder and harder to resist the temptation of slamming my door in someone's face. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate living where I do?
I think I'm one of those people who prefer quietness to noise after all. I don't think of it as me being socially withdrawn... it just feels... better. Therefore it's nightmarish for me when I'm trapped in an environment where nobody will ever shut up, and you wake up to the same voice-raised argument everyday. Maybe my room is just really bad at keeping sound out--- but I'm more inclined to think it's because no one else in this house knows how to speak quietly.
It's not even just all the yapping. Whatever it is that people are saying, if they never stop, soon enough it gets annoying. Except when all they have to say is all that you don't want to hear, it's enough to make you wish you were born deaf. What use is hearing if you can't even hear what you want to? It feels like I have schizophrenia or something. Apparently people with schizophrenia hear voices all the time, talking to them, yelling at them, distracting them. Always near, always present--- and the voices never say anything positive. Well, THAT IS NOT MUCH DIFFERENT FROM HOW I FEEL WHEN I'M AT "HOME".
...Man, it'd suck to be a schizophrenic. Wish they found a cure for it.
Anyway, I guess I can hope for a better year, and leave all my troubles behind. Or just leave my entire family behind. That's pretty much the same thing.
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