Angry days

Yesterday started out like a normal Sunday... we were heading out to have some breakfast, but when we walked up to our car in the "secure" car park, we discovered a window had been smashed in, and a few little things (like work keys) stolen. Being broken into is bad enough, but this was the second time it had happened in the past year! So I knew I was in for a bad day.

You know, those days where nothing seems to go right. When every little thing irritates you to no end. When you just want to scream your lungs out and hit something really hard. Well, yesterday was one of those day. I call them my "I hate Sydney" days. When I hate everything about the city - where I live, the people on the street, the people who can't drive... I generally hate everything for the entire day.

Of course I know I'm being a bit of brat, and continuing my sullenness on purpose, but I don't care! There's nothing that could make me happy on a day like this - not even chocolate. Yesterday I snapped at my boyfriend for no reason, took my mum on a very cranky car ride, and generally just wanted to go home and go to bed so the whole day would be over!

I think there's something about being around your family that allows you to get away with this type of behaviour too. I would never act like this at work, or while with a group of friends. When we're with the people we're closest to, our true colours really come alive. Thankfully, they love me no matter what, and after a good night's sleep, I can put the whole awful day behind me : )

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