I’m sorry, but people are driving me up a ****ing tree today. I’m so tired of getting nothing but excuses and placations. Call a spade a ****ing spade, *******it. Why should I help people like that? I’m sick of the whining, the comlaining, and the pity parties. I’m sick of people nearest and dearest to me saying they’ll “try” to get better and then they don’t do **** but continue to complain about their problems. In my opinion, “try” is a dirty word. I’m sick of guys who complain that girls don’t date them because they are nice guys and then, the more I get to know them, it becomes clear that there are very definite reasons girls won’t date them that have absolutely nothing to do with them being “nice.” Am I perfect? **** NO. I’m a big fat ***** with rage issues and a **** ton of baggage. I own that and I work on it daily. And I’m unashamedly honest. But sometimes, I have one of those days where I just can’t. I can’t take one more excuse. I can’t take any more ********. I can’t take any more. I can’t keep the smiley face mask on any longer. I get that I come on strong, I get that my words come out harsh sometimes. That doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t care (although admittedly, sometimes it does). But I am only human. And incidentally, I know I’m being vague as ****. It’s because honestly, I don’t want to relive the fight I had with members of my family today. Because I love them and I am broken-hearted that I lost my temper this afternoon. I know I have a bad temper. I just wish this phone conversation had never happened.