Uncle Fester

The only thing that I have ever successfully made in the kitchen is a mess. And maybe a little fire. Now my mess-wrecked days are no longer subjected to just the kitchen alone.

I don't air my dirty linens in public, but what is the use of a blog if I'm not going to note all the good, a little of the bad and (hopefully hardly) the ugly. Never mind if a certain who-who's going to read this. I'm beyond caring right now. Just trying to work it out of my system.

I don't like being doubted by people who should know better. It totally disregards and obliterates all my efforts of the past months. When I heard it, I wasn't so much angry as I was hurt, which eventually led to me being angry again. It just wasn't fair to me. I actually felt quite winded from the whole affair.

And then PMS has me behaving irrationally and all passive-agressive-like. I always hate it when that happens. It's like I have this out-of-body experience whereby I can feel myself acting insane and unreasonable and I really want to stop myself but I just can't! I can only think back and silently majorly regret my actions later.

And I was so busy counting to ten, I even forgot my daily visit to only my favourite-est website ever (this is one secret I will never tell, muahaha, go guess!).

So I'm back in the library right now, trying to pick up from where I left off last night. That much cheerier, a whole lot calmer, still pms-ing though. Hopefully, this history paper will write itself easy.

This is probably one of the most honest posts in a long time. Oy!

*That photo was me, sitting in the library at 1am yesterday slash this morning. Influences of the Nerdking. He'll be so proud when he reads this. Unfortunately, I spent more time trying to be my own therapist then getting any work done.