Today was so good in school. I properly enjoyed my classes, nothing too boring in any of them. And I got a favourite teacher to sign my TA application form! It was great, 'cause that means I have him once in each semester next year! Only issue I had was that I forgot I had a scone in the fridge I meant to take for lunch
So I get home, and immediately feeling like killing myself

First, my hair was already on my nerves thanks to the wind making me eat my bangs on the way home. So at home it's all gross and doing this weird curve around my glasses so it goes under my neck: the most annoying thing it does and it drives me insane! I'm like, at least I get to eat my scone… but I open the fridge to find the scone
I specifically wrapped up for myselfcthe previous day has been taken. There werextwo freakin' others, but that one was set aside apart from them. . . .
making it known it was mine! But of course someone takes it

I'm frickin' hot then, which makes me feel gross, and my hair gets even greasier! I already wanted to get it cut, so I say screw it and grab a pair of scissors and cut the part of my bangs that was being the most retarded. Not caring how it looked. My glasses needed to be cleaned but I didn't do anything about it, now being in a weird angry/apathetic mood (
can you be both angry and apathetic at the same time?*). I don't even know why getting home just immediately put me in such an angry, aggressive mood. And then friggin' mom has to be all "Supper's going to be ready soon" in a way to say "So feed the pets." I say sure, acknowledging this hidden message, but then she goes a couple minutes later "You know, I kinda meant that you'd feed the pets." I'm so done. Frickin' people… and her frickin' boyfriend is so annoying. Supper's done, I say "In my room," what's their response? "Hope you're in a better mood when you come out"
. . . . .
Frickin' kill me. Great thing to say to someone who is literally on the verge of going berserk! "Hope you're in a-" That just puts me in a worse mood!!! Ready to die, and you say that. Yep, totes in a better mood now! Thanks!
Die
I don't care who you are. If you think saying anything like that doesn't negatively impact someone's mood, die. It's the most aggravating sentence to hear.
This is why I frickin' hate hearing people talk. It's awful, garbage noise that only annoys me. Solitary confinement is probly the only sanctuary I will ever find on this planet… but I'd have to prove myself a real threat to society to be sentenced there. Crap
* I honestly don't really care for an answer. it's rhetorical