Irritable: easily irritated or annoyed
She walks into the room. Her head already spinning. And yet even though she's in the back of the room, arms folded across her chest, headphones placed in her ear, eyes glaring around the room, people have the audacity to try to talk to her. Today is just not the day to try to talk to her. She can't fake nice today, and that's what they expect, her to be nice.
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Her world has begun to crumple. Piece by piece, just slipping away from her. Bit by bit, disappearing into the abyss that she calls her life. There is nothing left inside of her. Nothing left to make her care anymore or even try to act nice or happy. She is just existing now.
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They walk up to her, fake smiles spread across their faces. "Hi! Hope you have a great day!" You could just hear how fake they were being. Her face starts to gradually change colors. Pale to pale peach to pink to red.
"Really," she sharply replied, "you hope I have a great day? Want to know what the hell I hope! I hope that you shut your mouth and walk away already." Anger was raging through her voice. She was done putting up with their fake personalities. She had finally given up on them.
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When they walked away, her temper started to fade. Her mood began to rise. She felt much better. The only thing that she could think of was that she hated people. They were way to irritating for her to put up with.