I was so frustrated I woke up crying. Even when my cat was so sick I thought he was laying on his death bed I didn't cry, but a dream about the shittiest day in my life made me cry.
It's funny how your worst enemy is yourself. No one made me cry except my subconscious mind, which at this point, I find is more evil than me. So as Spencer Reid points out, it's my eviler twin. All the things that I feared, the things that frustrated me, angered me, sadden me—all those things came to life. The resentment I felt toward myself because of my height, the frustration I felt for that stupid girl who wanted to sue my sister for her accident, my teacher ganging up on me, the fear of being late to class, the anger I felt when I get a ticket—It's amazing how pent-up negativity can really affect a mind and drive me to want to shoot one of my nicest design teachers.
