Sometimes.

People are stupid.

It's a given.

People are annoying.

It's managable.

People are mean.

And it's making me angry.

Every. Freaking. Day. Something. Happens.

Maybe it's small.

Maybe someone will just move my stuff from a desk so they can sit there.

That's not that bad.

But it'll still get me ticked.

Why?

Because I'm tired.

Not physically tired, just tired of people.

And so now those small little mean things make me pissed.

And I'm starting to react instead of just letting them do it.

-earlier today-

These group of girls run into me in the hallways.

"Oh, thanks for, you know, running into me," I say, loud enough for them to hear, a sarcastic and angry tone in my voice.

The one girl just turns around, a smile playing on her face, her peppy ponytail bobbing.

"You're welcome," she tells me cheerfully, making fun of me.

I scoff and walk away, shaking my head.

-back to present-

It just upsets me.

To put it in nice terms.

It bugs the f*cking sh!t out of me.

But, hey. I'm slowly cracking.

I'll stand up and say something back someday.