You know how things get screwed and the world seems to crash around you when the problem you face is just a minor thing?
Okay, heck it if this doesn't apply to you. But it does for me. Every bit of it. I can't seem to take stress properly. Not that I break down and cry, or scream hysterically. Ugh. I just feel like a balloon which may burst at any apparent time.
Wanna know the problem? My parcel to Jo and Krystal is stuck in New York for almost two weeks and its taking forever to reach them when I sent them on priority mail.
Minor? Yea maybe.
I am on a time bomb now. I may just snap at any other being who tries to ask me "Wassup!"
I feel like suing Royal Mail for telling me that my so called priority mail which I paid so much more for is traceable when its not possible to do that in US. F***.
I am ranting on and on now because I can't seem to do anything about it. And it doesn't help that the phone lines in UK close at 6pm. These people are really bums man. Shopping malls close at 8pm here. That's just pure laziness man. Who is able to shop at night when the working knocks off at 5pm.
I swear I can just pull the trigger at someone now. Just give me the gun.
Ugh.
Pissed.
Stressed.
Just me.
Go away.
