Hm.
I'm not 100% sure but I'm pretty sure. I think I can tell when someone is annoyed at me. And today was another one of those. I'm not going to mention names. I'm not sure how to react, to be honest. I don't think I did anything wrong. o.o But then, I guess you just get annoyed with someone for no particular reason.
I totally understand because I've been the one that has been annoyed at someone for no good reason. It's a horrible feeling. I despise it and I try to get myself out of it. Still, I think I hide it well, but then again, do you ever really know? The annoyer* is hardly going to ask the annoyee* about it because that would cause them to feel even more annoyed? D:
Conclusion? It's not very nice being on the receving end of annoying vibes.
I apologize for whatever I did or didn't do to cause you to be annoyed. You probably won't even read this, but oh well.
* In case you got confused..
Annoyer: Person who didn't mean to, but caused another person to be annoyed.
Annoyee: Person who got annoyed at annoyer for no reasonable reason.
Dreading exams,
The unfortunate, unintentional, not-even-sure-if-she-is-one annoyer.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Craazy.
Here I am.
Again.
I'm just kind of sick of non-paragraphing and I'm hoping a new blog might work better. I'm doing this now because I need to blog it all out or I'm going to go crazy.
Then again, I think we all are. My family is just. I don't know. Sometimes I think we all have some sort of psychological mental disorder that only appears when we're around each other. I have no idea what happened. We used to get along perfectly fine. And now it's like walking on a tightrope. The slightest loss of balance and you fall into the abyss. Somewhere along the line, screaming and jumping and freaking out became the norm.
Ugh. I feel. Helpless. Lost. Confused. Like the floor just fell from beneath my feet. I think I do have a little OCD. I like control. Need control. Control-freak? Yeah. I'll admit it, I am in some ways. I wish I wasn't though. I wish I was the care-free, happy-go-lucky type who can just let go of everything and forget. Key word: let go.
Well that was kinda depressing for a first post...
I'm not always this gloomy. Although I usually blog more when I'm gloomy. Hm.
Sane, I think,
Erica
Again.
I'm just kind of sick of non-paragraphing and I'm hoping a new blog might work better. I'm doing this now because I need to blog it all out or I'm going to go crazy.
Then again, I think we all are. My family is just. I don't know. Sometimes I think we all have some sort of psychological mental disorder that only appears when we're around each other. I have no idea what happened. We used to get along perfectly fine. And now it's like walking on a tightrope. The slightest loss of balance and you fall into the abyss. Somewhere along the line, screaming and jumping and freaking out became the norm.
Ugh. I feel. Helpless. Lost. Confused. Like the floor just fell from beneath my feet. I think I do have a little OCD. I like control. Need control. Control-freak? Yeah. I'll admit it, I am in some ways. I wish I wasn't though. I wish I was the care-free, happy-go-lucky type who can just let go of everything and forget. Key word: let go.
Well that was kinda depressing for a first post...
I'm not always this gloomy. Although I usually blog more when I'm gloomy. Hm.
Sane, I think,
Erica
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