Quotes About Frustration

Hey. Sometimes life is a shit flavored Popsicle.

im fucking bored

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.

Love is a bitch.

Annoyance has made me bilingual.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

I'm waging a tug of war, but no one else is holding the other end of the rope

I'm so tired of avoiding the unavoidable, because I feel like I've been disappointing her for such a long time.

Another missed connection. Story of my life these days

She felt almost tearfully grateful to be off the hook, and residually angry because she was always on the hook.

edible. But I still hated the shows and hated myself for hating them. The clubs were smoky, which hurt my eyes and made my clothes stink. The speakers were always turned up so high that the music blared, causing my ears to ring so

My anger feels hot and bilious but I keep it bottled until it doubles back and I'm mad at myself.

Kim ever so slightly rolled her eyes, which made me want to throw a dictionary at her.

I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart

my life feels so small it itches, like a too-tight wool sweater

They don't know about the mornings when anger is the one thing—the only thing—to get you through the day. If they take that from me, I'm wide open: raw and gaping, and then I don't stand a fucking chance.

Mellencamp sat back. He had just left his meeting with Liz Sansborough, where he had failed to get the information he needed.

That craptastical, gutless, son-of-a-cactus-humping butt monkey!!

Bull-fluff. You didn't break up with a girlfriend of a whole year because of stuff .

Holy effing crap, that sucks!" I turned to her. "Effing?" Sam shrugged. "What?" "We're censoring now?" "Kyle says I have a mouth like a trucker.

The kind of late where the 99% effective warnings on the side of condom boxes flashed before my eyes as I white knuckled my way down the 405, silently screaming, why me? Why, oh why me? I'm a new millennium girl. I took copious notes in 6th grade Sex Ed.

For a moment, Strider almost forgot how pissed he was with Amun and Haidee as he savored the fact that he'd just cock-blocked the keeper of Death. Almost.

For gods' sake, Strider," Torin snapped. "Open your mouth and form some words. While you're at it, stop staring at the angel like he's a tasty treat.