You know what sucks? I would love more than anything to donate to the ASPCA every month, but we can't even afford the measly stinking $18. So many animals out there, and I can do nothing. Dammit. I know, I know, I can volunteer in my area, donate my papers, etc. I already know about all that, some of it I do. Doesn't feel like it's enough. I'd like to have the ability to do more, and then do it. Harumph. Yeah, guess who just watched one of those tear jerker commercials.
I'm just not in the mood tonight. I don't have any great computer umph at all whatsoever. Nothing interests me. Nothing at all. I suppose if I had faster internet some things might, but as it is, i don't, so there's nothing for me. I'm not in the mood to do any great thinking either.
I did so well today. I went through most of the day in a great mood. I was keeping my mind off of the one thing that could inevitably put me in a poor mood. I pushed it out of my mind. I was in good spirits for the most of the day. I did quite well holding my tongue and keeping high spirits when dealing with my dad. I didn't get all snappy or bitchy with anybody. I didn't cry ... until that damn song came on the radio.
I swear, I think I'm going to make new rules for myself on certain days that make me prone to getting emotional or upset. On those days I'm not going to watch TV or listen to music. Once that song came on the radio, it buckled me. I had to go sit down and just cry it out, there was no other option because I couldn't hold it back. Then after that, my mood just went kersplat.
Picture this if you will:
An upset, angry, sad little girl standing and screaming "Leave me 'LONE!", crossing her arms, stalking off and curling up on her bed, or curling up in a chair, if that pleases you, and bawling her eyes out.
THAT is how I've felt ever since then. I don't want to be bothered. I don't want to be talked to. I want everybody in this house or in my real time life only to speak when spoken to. I just want to be left alone. I don't want to do anything, and I don't want to talk about it. Plain and simple, I just don't want to, period. When I do want to, I will, otherwise, leave me the hell alone.
Gonna go curl up in my chair again for a while, about to cry again. I think I'd better just get this over with instead of pushing it off until it overcomes me and hits me at a really inopportune time.
Oh yeah, the song was 'Candle In The Wind' by Elton John, and my grandma died 12 years ago today.



