It's amazing how pathetic a person can sound at 2:30 a.m. Sigh. I just reread what I wrote last night.
How unbelieveably pathetic.
I mean, I am an adult right? Sure, I may act like I'm 12 but no need to broadcast it over the internet. No need to share everything with you all.
Still, it was nice to purge the feelings. Get them out of my mind. Out of my head. Throw them out of the window like a bad pitch late in the 9th inning. Tonight I have hockey. I'll be able to take some frustrations out on the puck. Knock around a few of my team mates (but not too hard, we do have a scrimmage next week).
It's all about the purge baby. All about the purge.