I really want to make a huge mess of all of my belongings.

This week I am not in the architecture building waiting for my Art History tutorial to start, but instead at home, lazing about, doing nothing productive with the little free time that I have. For you see, I am on holidays. And I am in the foulest of moods I can be in. Everything everybody does and says only furthers my anger. I just want to wreck everything and get rid of some of the frustration, but my room is lovely and clean and it would just be inconvenient. So instead, I am forced to attempt to swallow it, suppress it, and hope it goes away without rearing its ugly head in 25 years time when my mid-life crisis is due. My favourite way to deal with moods such as this is to insult sluts in my head. Fin.