and so... f.m.l.

I hate not having control over my own body. Why the hell won't these tears stop? Why does my mom insist on pitying me/talking about it?

Why the fuck are we programed to be ashamed of crying? And, yes, programmed. Because what else to you call it when it seems so... intentional and computer-like. And screw stereotypes, because I'm a girl and afraid to be seen crying.

I just wish I could bawl out loud right now. My exhaustion and headache are just fueling me. I just want to... collapse and sleep.

FML. Why can't people just be fucking patient?

p.s. writing a blog entry when pissed/exhausted/sobbing is full of fail. Sorry about my pissiness and bitchyness. Just needed to rant a bit. :(