Trust. It's a simple word with a relatively simple meaning.
I am sick and tired of having to explain myself and my actions to people when I've not done anything wrong, just because they're either paranoid or untrusting of me. Every time it's almost as though they're questioning my integrity and my word, and that's one of the things that seriously pisses me off to no end. I don't understand it, I swear I don't. It's almost as though I have no idea where I stand with people any more. Whether that's because I've changed and my tolerance for BS is lessening, or situations have mounted up and completely confused me I have no idea whatsoever.
It's tiring, more than anything. It rather makes me feel as though I'm not particularly worth anything, which is ironic, really. This is me venting. I promised myself when I started this blog that I wasn't going to edit it or hold back. This blog is for me.
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In other, non-ranting news, I took my History exam yesterday. Neither Louis IX nor the Anarchy were specifically mentioned, so I had to make do with writing about the nobility and popular support. I feel quite confidant with it, I managed to put in some dates and sources. I know the English exam results come out on June 20th, but I'm not so sure about the History ones...I'll have to ask around.
I've been doing a lot of ironing today for the first time in a while, and it makes me wonder how anyone can stand to do it for an actual living...strange people, if you ask me, but there we go.
