From being unable to communicate the things which are important to oneself…
MY TAX RETURN LITERALLY JUST ARRIVED AND SAVED MY LIFE AND MOOD AND NOW I CAN GET ON WITH MY ADULT LIFE, AND GET A BACK ACCOUNT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOUR YEARS.
No weed, no money, no food, nothing to talk about, no one to fuck, no one I’m interested in conversing with.
No. I wanna be left alone with my books until this state passes.
if somebody wanted to see you naked they could just brew a polyjuice potion and suddenly your whole body would be theirs to explore at their leisure without your consent
the wizarding world is not a comfortable place
fu c k i ng chris
do e s thi s
t ype w
r i t er
w o r k
The only thing I have to prove is that I don’t have anything to prove, nor do I have to if I did.
See, I know.
My poor friend pulled a dummy move and let a girl throw a party at his house and everyone who showed up SUCKED. THEY ALL JUST SUCKED SO BAD. They were boring, mostly, but throw disrespectful and semi-stupid on top of that and it makes for shit stew. I literally had to kick someone out of his house last night. Everyone else left, except this one guy, and my friend’s other good friend, we’ll call him F, and my friend is too drunk to conduct himself, he’s too drunk to talk, he’s falling onto the couch, and this dude thinks he can stay because my drunk friend hasn’t told him personally to leave, and ‘my apartment is a block and a half away, chill out.’ So, this kid is sitting on the couch, arguing with me, like he’s done all night, trying to prove his intellectual superiority over me (yeah, good fucking luck, man). F, seeing that this dude and I are butting heads pretty badly, STANDS UP, (which is fascinsting to me, it’s a very aggressive move to stand up to talk to a who is sitting down) and starts telling this dude he needs to leave, and he’s arguing back, and turns to my drunk friend for help, who points at me, and says, whatever she says goes. So I take it to heart, straight up telk the dude to leave when he finishes his beer, that’s that, and start forcing cheers on him so he drinks faster. He finishes, doesn’t wanna leave, I tell him to leave, so is F, drunk friend is passing out on my lap, he gets up to leave, starts telling my drunk friend, oh you’re welcome at my place anytime, and I definitely won’t let some bitch tell you what to do. Again, another man who’s mad I had authority over him, so I just said, ‘GET THE FUCK OUT. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN THIS HOUSE. GO HOME AND POUND YOUR STUPID VAGINA. (cause that’s how he talked about his girl all night, a vagina) IF YOU EVER COME BACK HERE I WILL KICK YOUR ASS. GET OUT. YOU’RE NOT WELCOME. Insert string of useless insults.’ I should have stood up and pulled him out by by his ears, but drunk friend is literally passed out on me, and F, god bless him, cause this kid was an ogre of a man, six foot at least, and F is shorter than I, pushed this dude out the door with his body. Just pushed his body up against the ogre’s and force walked him out.
I AM STILL SO SUPER ANGRY ABOUT IT. IF I EVER SEE THAT PUSSY AGAIN I’MA KILL HIM. I WILL AND HE’D DESERVE TO GET MURDERED BY A CUTE LITTLE BLONDE GIRL WHO’S HALF HIS SIZE BUT FIVE TIMES THE MAN.
Seriously. Just because I don’t walk around exalting my own self constantly don’t mean that I have no self to exalt. Should I start? Should I start acting like a pretentious braggart again? Nah. I hate myself every time I get in those moods and let that old self of mine slip out. So freshmen in high school.
If you read this, you’re awesome, thanks, I’m just super angry.