blogging = catharsis?

I'm thinking that the two just might be comparable.
On Blogger, I can cleanse and purge everything.
Blogger listens when no one else does.

I've been in a terrible mood lately. I'm pissed off all the time. I feel like I'm never happy anymore. It's really strange, because I'm so good at playing it off like I'm cool, but inside I'm like raging. I don't even know what to think about that anymore. I figured that with time, it would pass, like it typically does, however, it's been lingering for what seems like weeks.

I also feel massively stressed out. I'm working hella hours at work, and spending a lot of time at school. It seems like I'm basically only home to shower and sleep. I don't spend time with my parents. I don't spend time with my brother. I come home, shower and get ready to go to bed.

I don't have a social life anymore, and it turns out that throughout the most difficult thing I've experienced in my life, someone I've barely known a year was my rock. It sounds ridiculous, I feel like but my complete breakdown was a bonding experience for us. I am eternally grateful and I feel blessed to know her and have her as a friend.

On a happy note, basketball season is almost here! I'm so excited about that, however, I need to buy NBA League Pass because goodness knows I won't have time to watch the games. I'll actually be at work for most of my games, which bums me out. I'll actually have a chance to watch part of the Jazz and Nuggets games, and most of the Kings games. I also recently decided to adopt the Clippers. And of course I'll have to watch the Suns. Ugh, there are so many teams that I love, and so little time to watch them all.
Also, unrelated (kind of) but if the Knicks trade Danilo Gallinari, I'm going to cry for a week. And I may boycott the NYK, despite my love for Amar'e, Wilson, and of course I'm growing to love the newbies, to the Knicks/states, Andy, Patrick, Landry and Timofey.

I've also recently become a fan of soccer. I figured I would only like it because of the massive amount of foreign boys that play, however, when I sat down and watched a game today at school, I actually enjoyed it. (It didn't hurt that we won the game.) Of course, I've still got a lot to learn, but it's surprisingly similar to basketball so I think I'll catch on.

I guess I just bitch too much. My life is pretty good. I shouldn't complain so much.
I have a job, and I'm in school, and I have a family who loves me.
It could be so much worse.
I am incredibly blessed.

That's enough for now.
xx