
So I've been in a real bad mood the last few days. Well not really, bad but a bit broody, quite, and pretty lackadaisical. So this just happened like 15 mins ago.... I've been trying to get my mind from drifting into a negative panic as of late, by doing anything. So I'm walking to the house and some jackass frat boy (I assume) is in a car at a light continuely screaming "Texas Rangers Mother Fucker's" as I'm on foot I suddenly yell "shut...... tha..... fuck.... up". He hops out and comes at me. Long story short it didn't end well for him. But It's my fault I could and should have not been rude to the guy. I'm still wicked pissed but I feel slightly guilty, because I'm better than that but I let my emo get out of hand. I'm glad I stopped myself. I caught the train home and ... I'm just gonna chill in the apt for the rest of the night. I feel really bad for the guy tho, because I was in the wrong.













