Seriously sick of you bitching about how difficult your life is. Let’s talk about hard. Homework is not hard. Breakups are not hard. Losing your car because your parents need it for the weekend is not hard.
I watched my entire life and my dog burn in a pit last year. Six months later I watched my best friend suffer through the loss of her mom. Right now the love of my life is in the hospital with a head injury after falling off a cliff and I’m hundreds of miles away. At the same time I’m supposed to be dealing with finals through a flu and about a dozen other deadlines.
But please, tell me more about how you are so frustrated that your parents can’t decide what kind of dog to adopt.
Tell me more about how moving on after your baby daddy broke up with you is “the hardest thing in life”
Tell me more about how stressed you are since you put off memorizing scripts for your fucking high school theatre class like THATS going to matter in two years.
Tell me more about how pissed you are that someone can’t be at your graduation party because they’re too busy IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL.
and fuck off while you’re at it.
- dad: I don't see the point in suicide
- dad: if people are pissing you off kill them instead.
- dad: if you're sad just kill other people
- dad: no point in killing yourself. That's no fun.
Can I get a teacher who actually cares about my education? Please? No? How about an administrator then? What? Out of those too? Fuck.
My professor makes me want to kill things… mostly him -.-
Ex, Dr. Who, One Direction (not to suggest that they are anything alike, only that their fandoms are equally annoying to outsiders.)
Walking Dead and “Daryl Dixon” fans. Especially those who call themselves “true” Daryl Dixon fans.
No. You want to know what “true” Daryl Dixon fans are called?
Murphey MacManus fans.
Or better yet, NORMAN REEDUS fans.
- Sunset and me: -about to watch an episode online-
- Sunset: Oh no wait! The Oscars were on, so it didn't show.
- Me: SERIOUSLY? I'm so fucking sick of this shit. Things like the Super Bowl and the Oscars piss me off so much. They assume everyone in the world is watching them and they think that gives them the right to hog all the channels and ruin the weekend for those of us who don't give a shit.
- Kido: -starts slow clapping in the background-
Thanks. You just wrote the story of my life.
This shit burns me so much because there’s nothing I can work toward. Nothing I did wrong. There is NO-THING I could have done differently to impress these people. “There was a large pool of applicants” is no longer a sufficient response. In fact, you’re practically encouraging me to go postal.
Oh? There were too many applicants even though I was fantastic? Well then the only thing I can do is thin the field, right? -insert massacre-
Why the hell does my teacher think it’s necessary for us to print our work AND create a powerpoint presentation of it AND give it to him later ON A FUCKING CD?
Ok really? Back in high school when my facebook posts were annoying and whiny as shit no one said anything. But now that I’m an “adult” with actual problems and decide to emote about my hell schedule people are giving me shit? The fuck? Why didn’t you tell me I was being stupid back when I was crying about boys?