Seriously. I don’t understand how friends can just come at you and complain about how terrible their lives are… WHEN THEIR LIVES HAVE NOT ONE FLAW IN THEM BESIDES BOY PROBLEMS!? Like come on. Are you fucking shitting me right now? Even though your problems are complete bull shit and a waste of MY precious time, I listen to them. Like a friend does for another friend. But when YOU bring up MY PERSONAL ISSUES and say that they’re NOTHING compared to yours is where you crossed the fucking line. First of all, how fucking dare you. How mother fucking dare you. I think having my dad walk out on me, never speaking to me again, leaving me this the emotional and physical damage that will forever be with me, causing me to go to fucking therapy, and calling me every repugnant name in the book on fucking Christmas, is just a tad bit more of a problem than a boy not liking you. OR maybe having to watch, legitimately watch my grandmother suffer and pass from cancer is more of an issue. AND THE LIST CONTINUES( it’s not really relevant to post though) BUT ANYWHO, Sorry that the boy doesn’t fucking like you. Maybe it’s cause you’re a bitch. FUCK YOU. Goddamn. Why am I friends with you? You only care about yourself. I don’t even understand you. Ughhhh! 

This was such a pointless rant, but I feel sooooooooo much better about it now :3

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I solemnly swear…

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