don’t tell me your problems. especially if i never asked. cause i kind of don’t care and don’t want to be bothered with it. i know this sounds mean but you’re all bringing down my mood by talking about your crappy problems. if it doesn’t involve me, why do i have to listen to it. hire a therapist, or at least pay me. if you pay me, i’ll listen. otherwise, SHUT UP AND SAY SOMETHING FUNNY
i was browsing through my chat history and i was talking to my friend about places to go after a concert or whatever and she asked me where i had in mind and i said “there’s 3 places, dont know which to picky nose”
this has been the 3rd rat dream i’ve had in a month :/ it’s making me scared to sleep. and it’s making me scared to go pee at night. i’m scared to close my eyes. today, these rats looked like dogs, so huge. so scared.
ew i hate pulp i don’t know why my dad gets orange juice with the pulp it’s not even little pulp it’s ‘LOTS OF PULP’ in capital letters and bold i woke up the other day and saw a bigass quart of OJ in the fridge so i just took a large mouthful (lol) and it was like having a million wet bugs in my mouth it’s all lumpy like vomit