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Stressful. That's what the past week has been with certain persons being in my house. Non-stop arguing. Arghhhhh. Fork. Eye.
Most teens like driving, right? They hop in that mobile death machine and drive down the street. Well, not me. I hate cars. I can't drive. I don't mean that I don't know how to drive. There's a difference. I have crazy, severe driver's anxiety. I drove around the neighborhood this afternoon (I haven't been behind the wheel in two years) and was having a panic attack the whole time. ::whimper:: Don't make me get in that vehicle, please!
Oi. To top it all off, my dad's going to be bringing home a new dog. We already have a dog and she's the kind of dog that hates all other animals. Why my father thinks it'd be a good idea to get another one is beyond me. He's planning on throwing the two in a room together or maybe in the yard. Um, hello? One of them is going to end up very, very dead. And since the new puppy will have no idea what the frell is going on, I highly doubt it'll be my dog that ends up a bloody mess.
Going to bed now. I suspect that this coming week will be high anxiety. I'm basing that on the fact that I have to get up at 7am to drive the car some more before my mom heads off to work. Joy.
Most teens like driving, right? They hop in that mobile death machine and drive down the street. Well, not me. I hate cars. I can't drive. I don't mean that I don't know how to drive. There's a difference. I have crazy, severe driver's anxiety. I drove around the neighborhood this afternoon (I haven't been behind the wheel in two years) and was having a panic attack the whole time. ::whimper:: Don't make me get in that vehicle, please!
Oi. To top it all off, my dad's going to be bringing home a new dog. We already have a dog and she's the kind of dog that hates all other animals. Why my father thinks it'd be a good idea to get another one is beyond me. He's planning on throwing the two in a room together or maybe in the yard. Um, hello? One of them is going to end up very, very dead. And since the new puppy will have no idea what the frell is going on, I highly doubt it'll be my dog that ends up a bloody mess.
Going to bed now. I suspect that this coming week will be high anxiety. I'm basing that on the fact that I have to get up at 7am to drive the car some more before my mom heads off to work. Joy.
