Bruised by the blows that I have blown.

Lately I've been in quite the mood.

I feel horrid for being this way.

People I don't know or know, but not very well, I snap at them, the one closest to me, I snap at for little things.

Putting it bluntly, I've been a bitch...

It's hard to apologize when you don't get why things like this happen I think.

It's just a lot of anger coming out, I think mainly because of my recent therapy sessions. They really tick me off.

I wish I had a guy instead. this lady is just crazy. Probably crazier than me...

Yeah if this lady says ONE MORE THING ABOUT IF I AM EXPERIENCING "SYMPTOMS" I'M GONNA FLIP. rawrgleface.

So I'm not even sure if cameron even reads these anymore. I'm not sure if I'm hurt by this, or relieved. ugh. I confuse myself.

Memories love to wash over me and sadly it's not even about my so called "traumatic events" I know how to handle that. I have been for about 12 or so years of my life.

It's other things that break me down. Small songs, a simple dance, a walk downtown, laughs and small bickering, even the social moments, that's what gets to me. none of it about my father. none about my mother. none about my sister.

Just someone else.

damn.