Im Psychotic Sometimes

Yesterday I got home, John dropped me to our apt and i was totally angered, and aggravated that my dog died. I put way all my food, i kept slamming any door, fridge door, cupboard door, shelves. Scary kinda. Yeah, and Judy, Raisa, and Joanne planned to play a joke on me, i would have thought it was funny, only i wasn't in such a caca/horrible/sad/depressed state. Yeah they dressed up my pillow in as a scarecrow looking thing and put in in front of my door. When i saw it i wasn't really scared or anything, i just thought they were having fun and stuff. But yeah i heard giggling and i just really wanted some peace and quiet, to think. Little did i know my emotions totally took over me, i was so enraged i grabbed the doll with Raisas clothes on it, and pillow and everything, i was so mad i threw it out the window o_o... and i just like made a huge scene. I started crying............... oh geez.. and i just liike jumped into bed and like yea. i cried for my Dog. I just yeah. I went a little psycho for my dog. John made me feel better, he told me funny stories about when he was a kid he used to pretend to be a tiger, and run on all fours really fast, and how he would ride on his stuffed dog like a horse, hahaha.

Reminder: when you are sad think of john saying, "dont be sad dont be sad" hahaha.

And reminder: tell him to tell that story again cuz it cracks you up.