Ok. I'm going to take you back to the other day when I was talking to my mom.
She had just gotten off the phone and was really mad. I don't really know why, she just was. So she yelled at me to get out of the room, and in fear/boredom, I left to go find food. When I realized there was nothing to eat really, I got mad for no reason, not horribly mad, just mad enough to yell. Then my mom started yelling at me and stuff then I was too mad and I just wanted to go downstairs to cool off. On my way down, my mom was shrieking stuff at me and I kicked the cat's water dish down the stairs. It was glass. It was messy. It was loud. It was painful.
Once I got downstairs, I had this strong wanting to break more glass. So I broke a glass cup. Then my mom got even madder since I broke another thing for no real reason. So I broke another. It was fun. Then she said I was grounded for breaking her dishes. PS; two of the three dishes were mine to begin with.
Since I was out of dishes, I decided to throw a bottle of paint up the stairs. And another, And another.
So no the glass is cleaned up, it looks like some sort of cotton candy monster died down there. PS; the paint was blue and pink.
And we're back to today. I'm grounded with no friends over until I paint over the pink and blue and scrub the stairs. I think the walls should stay the way they are, it looks cool.
PS; Work sucks.
