Crabby.

I am so sick of doing stuff. I get these productive urges and I get some stuff done, but ten minutes later I'm hating what I'm doing.

I'm snapping at people and saying stuff very non-tactfully and all I want to do is crawl into bed and curl up and go to bed.

Plus I'm lonely. It's been years since I've had a friend who I could talk about anything with. That sucks. And my sister is driving me bonkers.

Whenever I'm not alone in the house, I feel so caged in. I can't crank up some music and eat chips and yell and whatever.

And I feel so guilty for feeling like a spoiled brat and being upset about having to tidy up the basement because honestly there are worse things in life.

And I'm playing horribly these days.

And I have this picture of the new school year in my head. Ten months of STRESS. And then another short summer vacation, which will be stressful due to the amount of time I will have to spend with my family. Then ten more months of stress. Then probably more stress at college. My life looks so boring right now.

And I have to stay in shape so I can't eat a gallon of cookies and cream ice cream to make me feel better.

And I have to wake up early tomorrow so I can't wait until midnight when nobody will see me eating the ice cream and then eat it.

Sigh.