Jornada Del Muerto

Once again the blog becomes sad. I don't know what is wrong with me.
I had a nightmare last night and I don't know if that is what is bothering me or if I'm just being moody.
The only real part that I remember about the dream is that it was kind of like in a game. There were humans, and there were Zombies. But it was like real life. There was me and John is this one room with like 5 other people, then out of nowhere, someone said that there was a cure and John sacrificed himself to get infected then use the vaccine, but the whole time I couldn't move from the floor, all I heard was his voice in a different room.
And not to mention, Amanda had us pissed last night. She said that John came over the Friday that we were all suppose to eat, but I was at Kayla's doing falls and she told me that he came over demanding to know where I was and Amanda AND John both knew where I was.... I want a glass of milk....  John like normal came down to see me and she said that he did that just to make sure that I was there cause he thinks I'm cheating on him. John doesn't have to worry and I know for a fact that he doesn't because I wouldn't do that to him. But Amanda gets under my skin with things like that. She always irritates him so he left and I was going to shortly follow him after because we came in our own vehicles and she made me stay and was asking me all these questions about my happiness with John. I am happy with him. Some of the things that he does irritate me, but that is normal. And when she was chattering away, it came down to it when she said if you're not happy, you're going to end up like me and in a trailer like this.
That pissed me off.
Maybe that is what has been on my mind all day because I went to sleep with the thoughts festering in my head.
But instead of seeming pissed all day, I've been like... depressed and I don't know why. Small things that people say get me wired up and makes me want to strangle someone. The first thing I woke up to was Tyler demanding these shoelaces he gave me back because he needed them for other purposes. That irritated me at first because what if I had been using them?  But it didn't matter because I don't have them. I had them tucked into my shoe that way I would remember to change laces that next day, but there had been people in the house and the next day when I went to go change them, they were not there. Stolen. And no clue where they went to so I went out and bought more. Seems like everything I do. Whether it is my fault or not seems to piss people off.
Guess that's just life.