Good things are starting to happen to me now.
I have been in a blissful mood all weekend, and it’s fantastic. I love that one night can make such a positive impact on my life. I haven’t been this simply happy in a really long time. Yes, it may be finals week, and yeah I might be sick, but I don’t think anything can ruin my mood. Who knew one person could do this to me.
Oh, and fair warning, anyone who tries to ruin my happiness will be demolished.
And watch.
You’re going to bitch because I want to go to bed.
WELL GUESS WHAT. SOME PEOPLE ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT GOING TO CLASS AND NOT SLEEPING THROUGH IT.
SUCK MY FAT ONE YOU CHEAP DIME STORE HOOD.
(I never thought my favorite quote from Stand By Me would ever come in quite this handy.)
/begin rage.
- No, you’re not awesome.
- No, you can’t sing.
- No, not everyone loves you.
- No, you can’t do whatever the fuck you want.
- No, you can’t skip every god damned class and then get pissed because you’re on academic probation because you suck.
- No, you can’t expect me to be cool with you hooking up with every other god damned guy in the universe.
- No, I don’t care about you’re drunken escapades.
- No, I don’t care about how much your life sucks because you have to work three god damned days a week.
- No, you can’t complain about how tired you are because you slept all fucking day yesterday and then proceeded to stay up all fucking night watching MY tv while I was trying to sleep.
- No, I don’t want to see every god damned new thing you wasted your money on, and no, it does not make me jealous, contrary to you’re expectations.
- No, I don’t care that you feel like you’re being used by every guy you hook up with, because guess what, you hook up with everyone.
- No, no one cares about the petty shit that “makes you sad.”
- No, I don’t believe all of your bullshit exaggerations.
- No, you’re not absolutely hilarious.
- No, I don’t care about the bullshit that happened in your life because guess what, shit can get worse.
- No, you may not have any of my food that I paid for and made myself, because you don’t ever share anything in your GIANT ASS BOX of food under your bed that you haven’t touched since we got back from spring break.
- No, I don’t want to hear about the “unfair” things that happened to you because guess what, they weren’t unfair, and you’re just being a whiny bitch.
And finally,
NO. I DON’T FUCKING CARE.
/end rage.