So many little annoyances (worst of all, my sleep getting interrupted constantly) have built up and set me off on a BPD rage that I thought I'd gotten over. I'm not home right now (freaking heck I wish I was home instead of stuck here for five more days with these annoying dogs... I never knew dogs could annoy me until now) but no, I've resolved to be a responsible adult. Freaking heck.

But I need stuff! People, mothers especially, are just so freaking irritating and I don't want to give all the details at this moment so I just sound ranting and raving and just freaking pissed.

I haven't wanted to rage drink in so long. I thought I was over my binge drinking, alcoholism, all that fun substance abuse crap years ago. But no, oh no. My mother picking up her phone for once in her freaking life is toooooo much to ask for. She has to freaking TEXT ME SNAIL MAIL for the task I need DONE NOW.

How stupid can somebody be? Am I that stupid because I inherited her genetics? Heaven, just kill me now if that's the case. I don't want to be a freaking idiot when I get to her age. Well, who am I kidding, what's my life expectancy anyways!

And I had just tried to radically accept my situation beforehand. Was doing well with the temporary stuff until I remembered that my mother's stupidity and selfishness are constant until one of us dies.