𓐇˚ִִ𓈒 ۫ ⨾𓍢ִ໋ Veri ᣟ݂ ݄ᧆ݂· ᩧ

Not only will it be busy, as it's fourth of july... I'm covered in second degree sunburns and my entire upper arm on the left is INFECTED AND GREEN.

Does the way someone breathes ever just make you angry? Or the way someone whines when they barely even get hurt just makes you think of them so pathetically? Or does the way their voice grates when they begin to demean you, to get mad at you, or to ridicule you over literally nothing just make you scream?

Does your skin and lungs ever fill with a burning sensation of pure rage and anger towards someone? Yet, it's only okay if they do it, and when you do it's overdramatic, you're an asshole, or there's "something wrong with you"?

Nothing can ever sum up the sheer rage I feel. Whenever someone doesn't follow a rule, when someone says something slightly wrong, when someone just "has a bad voice" or looked at me wrong, I feel nothing but the urge to strangle them to death.

I want to tear them limb from limb and yell until their ears pop. I want to beat their face in until unrecognizable and to hear them scream in agony like they've made me. I want to grab their hair and bash their skull against a wall, pavement― anything really ―and tell them how fucking idiotic they are. I want to show everyone what it means to be normal but they're already normal to themselves and society, I'm the odd one, I'm the weird one. Stop chewing with your mouths open, stop sighing and then saying "I'm just breathing", stop being vague and then getting mad if I don't get it or am vague back, stop misplacing EVERYTHING.

Learn to read some fucking rules. Get some fucking common sense. Be a good idiot for once and kneel, kneel to the rules and listen to me when I say them. I wish people would just do as I said. If I tell you stop talking I mean it, I have a reason, there is a reason. I do not do things nonsensically like these fucking IMBECILES, however NOBODY gets that because they're all to stuck in their own goddamn minds to see they aren't the only one alive.

At work if the damn rules say use sanitizer after washing your hands, do it. At work if the rules say do not have your phones out in the kitchen, do it. At work if the rules say to wipe the drive thru window off when you get there, do it. If the rules say listen to the manager, do it. At work if the rules say don't wear non-black shoes, do it. It is so obvious nobody actually read the employee handbook, considering when I was hired they said I was the first person to actually have read it.

No this isn't just about work either. I desperately want to bear my teeth and rip anyone who lacks common decency to shreds. I hate HATE petty people, I want to slap them and tell them how stupid they truly are. I want their head to spin from the realization they're nothing but a trouble to me and others with their bullshit.

As bad as it sounds I wish I could just be in charge for one day. I would get everyone straight, if they don't listen, I have absolutely no choice but to punish them. If I really could, I would remove the heads of the disobedient― I want to limit them as much as possible for the trouble they caused.

I know right, and I want everyone to learn what is right from me and listen to me when I say to do something.

I work all weekend and all 4th of july weekend (goodbye plans with my fiance's family!) and am sick as fuck, like had to call off the other day from puking. Boss is fucking pissed.

I thought that was it until earlier― I was excited today, I watched zombie stage and there's new twst content ―sound perfect, yeah? My bird is fucking dead. I bring her cage down to feed her and she is FUCKING. DEAD.

My bird is dead. Not only is that my bird, that was the last thing I had of my Grandma who used to keep her. It was like a double whammy.