Friday, August 30, 2002
a completely awful start to what will probably be a shite filled day. screaming match with my mother who felt the need to tell me i was depressed and that she was worried about me, blah blah. i am not depressed and if that's her idea of showing someone she's worried about them, i wonder what her version of showing unhappiness is.
of course she's not the only person to say they're doing one thing when to me it's something completely different. are so many people's perceptions warped or is it just me?
now i'm left with a scratchy throat, a terrible headache and the prospect of a really joyless day. that just might depress me if i wasn't so furious right now. and at least being furious is more productive.