There is so much I can handle, but not this. I swear to god I'm going to explode from stress.
My grandma and I went out to get a new phone, and that went fine. But now we're looking for things I need for my mission trip. Fine. But she keeps pushing things on me and answering things for me and THATS NOT OKAY.
I can handle myself. I've been shopping on my own. I will buy the things that I like. That I will wear. Not what you want me too.
And there's no need to use an incorrect pronoun for me every chance you get. There's no need to stress if. There's no need to say it so forceful. There's no need. Literally stop.
I'm just done right now. So fucking done.
6/9/16 2:20 PM
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Thoughts Inside of My.... Mind?
HumorSo my friend Luis has this book with different chapters each representing something he's thinking about. He uses it as a venting tool and other things, and I've decided I'm gonna try it too. SO. These are just random thoughts inside of my.... mind.
