I feel like a toddler right this minute. I want to stamp my feet and scream and pull my own hair until the ladies in the store get worried about me.
I am frustrated with nearly everyone—I seem to be stood up, forgotten, misunderstood, ignored, antagonized, and hurt.
I want to scream really loudly and break some things.
I probably would feel this way even if I didn't clean my house until I couldn't walk. But instead of doing something relaxing today, I went to Macy's to find something to keep my flab controlled beneath my pink dress and wound up feeling sore and disgusted, crying on the bench in the dressing room.
And feeling "oh, poor me" pisses me off, too. I feel like smacking me.