Anger Issues

I have them.  Generally people don't get to see it, but lately my temper has been frayed.  Probably it is caused by a lack of sleep and perhaps even this stupid perpetual cold I can't seem to shake.  Nevertheless, I have been feeling like curbstomping several people's faces recently, and not all of it is unwarranted.  If I have my headphones on and you decide it is a good idea to continually poke and prod me after I have already said to leave me alone, then don't get all offended when I snap on you and start cursing.  If I am trying to enjoy some time on the internet, don't get angry at me when you decide it might be fun to fuck with my computer and randomly open stupid websites on it.  No...I don't care about that funny video you think is so great....No, I do not care about that webcomic that you constantly fangasm over.  I am an asshole, I know this.  It should not surprise anyone who knows me that I am such an ass when I get annoyed.  When I look like I want to be left alone, leave me as such, unless you are one of my close friends who actually knows me and I want to talk to.  Otherwise, I may just go decide to listen to that little pompadoured, leather-jacket wearing devil on my shoulder and proceed to tear you a new one.   No joke.  He really has a pompadour.

What a way to start out....

So after reading what a friend of mine has put on their blog, I decided that I liked the idea of having some place where I could dump my thoughts and perhaps stop these ideas from floating around in my head.  I try my hardest to ignore them, but they keep freaking popping up.  They person who inspired me recently posted something that made me realize how much they had really cared for some person, so much it mirrored my own thoughts about someone else.  We both had issues with the people in question and probably have not heard so much as a "Boo" from them in ages.  Yet for some reason unbeknownst to me, my head is keeping these thoughts circling and haunting me.  At times I am completely and utterly over them, but at other times I just break down and think about them.  As my friend said, I gave a huge chunk of my life to them, and now there is a hole where that used to be.  The hole is filling, though.  Slowly, but surely I am filling in the missing pieces and stating to put myself back together.  It is almost like a puzzle that every so often the pieces change shape and you have to rearrange one or two in order to get them to fit again.  Just reading the blog post of my friend made me hope that they too can get this resolution and maybe start to put themselves back together.  Anyways, I think this is good for a first post, and here's to more to come (hopefully not as meh and more about stupid things).