Problem

I will not have my world controlled by a wacko mean person, one who intimidates my relationships but not who usually does..

Today at the movies during Sponge Bob a lady walked behind me who was fat with a very large rear end.  She hit the back of my chair and it hurt my head.  I yelled at te people in the food part and they sent someone in.  I had just came out earlier to tell on the cough chain with mostly little kids.

My dad is giving me a hard time again, thinking I can't have a relationship cuz I was mad they mighta did it.

There's not really saying I can't be in a relationship if I hit something like my sofa or ask someone in public why they're looking at me.  What about when the people all said I can't have the relationship when I could?  Moving in my chair seems to be feeding the frenzy.  So what?  That lady was up to no good anyway.  I didn't hurt anyone.  I wanted to get away.  And when I hit the table, I hit it no more for I have a computer sitting on it.  I have a stress relief toy.  I do it sometimes just to prevent things from happening to know I have that outlet if I feel bad, like a comfort.  What do you do when you are upest?  I know the mascot for this decision about taunting me is from someone who's often notorious for being in a bad mood and in language, which strangely has come to an all-around total halt due to older age?  So what?  My dad and sisters still think fondly of their alcoholic dad who passed away long ago.  Their mom is grumpy all the time and says, "Oh, nuts," and is rough.  My mom was being rough the whole car ride.  I found when I don't feel good and can't remember how to deal with things, I'll "deal with it," so-to-speak.  "If you want something done, you must do it, yourself."

Let's just talk about the chair.  I scooted up in it.  It was probably my subconcious because the lady was sneakily annoying me by moving in the chair behind me touching the one I was in.  So what if it squeaked by accident?

OK, OK, so I seemed in a bad mood.  It was cold outside and I was crazy on what to do.  It started off, too, if you are interested, when I made shuffling noises with my feet to negate a weird secret message, like in a dream state.  They were making fun of my dad.  Well, they tried to say I was like him, like they were "in the program" cuz my mom was driving all nasty.  The n word came to mind by accident and shouldn't have when my mom seemed to wanna see me naked.  I didn't mean it and was fine in a way.  My mom wouldn't stop being incessant about that I had to be like my dad and not her in a bad way, the bad ways.  The whole drive over!  I could sense it and I didn't wanna.  The whole drive was like "a trip."  So, I come out.  My mom had acted like she could not trust me, already.  I go in.  I sit, I'm fine.  My mom sits far from me where we usually sit, too?  What did I do?  The n word thing?  That's because people are watching me.  I don't seem to think it much alone outside.

I didn't hit the table with my computer on it.  That's mainly what this was about.  Go set some rules, now that it's too late.  No one ever said I couldn't shuffle my feet nor ask why someone is looking at me like I'm nothing.  The chair thing happened when these kids kept making little agitating noises that I could not have a relationship for asking why someone was looking at me.  Imagine if a little girl did what I just did.  She'd be a hero.  This is like the rape case where the guy goes to jail for life whereas the murderer who turned himself in gets rewarded for only 27 years.  What if they caught him before turning himself in?  What about when the people executed a guy who came in with a positive attitude but was a murderer?  Not all murderers get executed.

Also, it's none of your business if I make a statement.  I didn't do anything violent.  What about those boys making little agitated talk like I can't have a relationship and threatening to spread the rumor?  I can't have that.  Moving in my chair didn't help that way.  I wonder why I did it?  Just like the other things I do.

Then, I proceeded to zip my zipper up loudly when it was my turn.  That wasn't like throwing a magazine across the room.  What about all these other people in relationships who led a life of havoc??

Apology

Was I supposed to recognize something different that someone else might think it who has a right to?  If you want, I take it back.  It's not what I meant, tho.  You can do as you like in how yu treat me or avoid me for this.

The people watching me get mean and feel they have to talk back.

Why won't they be quiet?

Liar, you're pretending I'm backtalking someone.  You sound so tacky and annoying and I'm tired of your excuses.  You're just setting me on edge.  Go do it to someone else?

They said something suggestive to me, "Christina, may you lose your eyesight!"  That's not how it works!

What if I don't want this cooky person acting all cooky around me all the time with secret messages in little noises in my room and on my computer?  Ya'll think I am not worth anything.  How dare you!  I am trying to calm down.

Problem

I'm 28.  I don't need mean people as my parents.

Problem

You can't mess with what I feel.  That makes people m*********.

Problems

1st, I imagined k***ing myself.  These thoughts against others would/do not do.

So, I got up.

I wanted to say I'm stuck here thinking of things that don't matter.

I can't have my dad and older aunt thinking I can't have a relationship with someone if they don't like some thing I do or if  I do something I in the end/really know is wrong.  So what if I'm in a relationship?  My Gramma thinks so, too.  Stop making me feel guilty.  My dad also has a peeve I should not see my relatives and he was supported in this by someone else.  They are mean people who refuse to show me any feeling.  They don't show it in the right way now that I'm not as inhibited.

OK I'm trying to go to bed.  Sure they will pull something else.   I was fine alone laboriously ironing a full load of jackets and sweaters and more.

Problem

They just made a noise that made my nose feel like bored thru and slimy.  Stop messing with my nose.  It feels like it's elevated with air.

Dear Problems Blog

I thought it'd be a nice night until I felt upset messages when I heard my dad cough.  I didn't mean to think anything that bad.  Trying to feel good about my self and go to sleep.