im dying of period cramps on the sofa and i heard someone in the kitchen and assumed it was my mom so i yelled I CAN FEEL MY UTERUS PULSING HELP and my dad came into the room with the most horrified expression on his face
i found this on my bed
don’t talk to me about struggle until your headphones only work if you hold them in a certain position
so today in class we were learning about world war one and it was boring as fuck and the really slutty girl said “this blows” then out of no where the quietest kid yells out “not as much as you do” even the teacher was laughing
i hate small talk
tell me about how lonely you are or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning or talk to me about your mum’s eyes and your dad’s laugh. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going.
The fact that some people can’t realize they Saturday by Rebecca Black is her making a joke of Friday is really sad