Guess who was quite the moody bitch today cuz of a constant dwelling on matters of the dad.

He’s upping his game and as much as I’m happy to see him happy, I’m unhappy that his happiness is built on my unhappiness. 

#selfishbitch90

I can’t quite help it and yes, I’m very much aware just how many I’s there are in this post, how I’m living up to the whole, “me-generation” bullshit.

Can’t be fucked. Why shouldn’t I care what MY personal values are? Why shouldn’t I fight for MY way of life?

Other people have their way of living, so do I. What makes one way right that others should have to adhere to your thought, your school of discipline in the campus that is life? After all, this is MY life to lead, and whoever I become, that’s up to my discretion isn’t it? I wouldn’t want to become another you, would I?

Feeling so frustrated and angry but there’s zilch I can do until I graduate. ZILCH, ZERO NADA.

Well I can do something, but that would be irrational and foolish. Impulsive Dawn has come so far and is ever so careful with her every action and decision. It makes me wonder if the ‘growth’ in this department has turned into an ‘overgrowth’ of a sort, if you get what I mean. Should I tone down on the groundedness, the common sense, the weighing of consequences and just go for it? Let impulsiveness bring me high on my loose cannon free fall acceleration. Shot into the air, going where I will go.

This is fucking bullshit and I hate it. The best part is, being angry makes me feel like a child and I’m angry that I’m angry and feeling like an absolute baby. HA FUCKING HA.

#ANGST

lol k gn folks.

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