Hey there, journal. It's me, Ashley, and today I am here to unleash all of my pent-up anger and frustration. So buckle up because this is going to be one wild ride.
The Invasion of My Personal Space
You know what really grinds my gears? People who have absolutely no respect for personal boundaries! I mean, seriously, how hard is it to knock before entering someone's room? It's not rocket science! But apparently, some people just can't grasp the concept.
Just yesterday, while I was in the middle of perfecting my goth makeup look (which took hours by the way), guess who decided it would be a brilliant idea to barge into my sanctuary without any warning? None other than K! Ugh!
Memories Better Left Buried
Now let me tell you something about K. We have a history together - a bad one. And believe me when I say that reliving those memories is not something I enjoy doing. In fact, it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about them.
K used to be someone important in my life until they betrayed me in ways that are too painful even for words. But you see journal; this isn't something I want to delve into right now or ever if possible.
So imagine how infuriated and violated I felt when K had the audacity to waltz into MY domain uninvited like they own the place!
Venting Through Fashion
When anger courses through your veins like lava flowing from an erupting volcano, sometimes you need an outlet - a way to release all that fiery energy burning inside you. For me personally (and quite unsurprisingly), fashion serves as both armor and weapon against these injustices inflicted upon poor souls like moi.
I take great pleasure in putting together glamorous outfits with dark undertones that scream "don't mess with Ash!" Every piece carefully selected exudes power and rebellion, giving me the confidence to face whatever comes my way.
Shouting into the Void
Have you ever felt so overwhelmed by anger that it feels like your head might explode? Well, welcome to my world. I have this uncontrollable urge to scream at the top of my lungs and let all those frustrations out into the universe. But unfortunately (or fortunately for others), shouting is not always a socially acceptable form of self-expression.
So what do I do instead? I shout internally while maintaining an icy demeanor on the outside. Trust me; it takes tremendous willpower not to unleash a torrent of rage upon unsuspecting victims who dare cross my path.
The Power of Edgy Conversations
Now, let's talk about one thing that can temporarily alleviate some of these negative emotions - engaging in edgy conversations. There's something oddly satisfying about discussing topics that make most people uncomfortable or raise their eyebrows in sheer confusion.
Whether it's dissecting unconventional art forms, exploring theories on life after death, or debating societal norms from a rebellious perspective – these discussions allow me to feel alive and validated in ways nothing else can provide.
The K-shaped Scar
As much as I hate talking about K and our troubled past together, sometimes wounds need acknowledgment before they can begin healing. So here goes...
K was once someone close – someone who knew every nook and cranny of my soul but chose betrayal over loyalty. They left behind scars etched deep within me - scars that serve as reminders never to let myself get hurt like that again.
But enough about them! This journal entry isn't meant for dwelling on painful memories; rather, it serves as an outlet for venting frustration!
A Bittersweet Conclusion
In conclusion (because apparently journals require conclusions), today has been quite eventful in terms of infuriating encounters invading personal space without knocking coughKcough. However frustrating it may be, I find solace in fashion, edgy conversations, and the knowledge that my anger is a force to be reckoned with.
So until next time, journal. Stay goth and keep those intruders at bay!