RANT | a diary

complaints.

1. I can't fucking re-arrange my room by myself because I'm too small.

2. Every time I start getting into a project, I get fucking distracted.

3. My parents like to pretend my homework is a priority, but when I actually start doing my homework, THEY FUCKING TELL ME THAT HELPING AROUND THE HOUSE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN MY EDUCATION.

4. I always get told how I need to earn my own money, but when I ask about getting a job, it's a fucking sin and I'm trying to break the law.

5. Boys hate me. Probably because I'm a fucking bitch lol. So I'll take the fall for that one.

6. I can't stay inspired for my most popular book. I always get bored of writing it because I honestly don't really like writing it anymore, but my readers like it and that's the only reason I have followers.

7. My writing isn't half bad and I don't get any recognition for it. I'm not trying to sound like a hoe, but I'm twice the writer than some of the most recognized writers on Wattpad. 

8. I'm always bored at home, and I can't do anything about it because I'm broke.

9. My phone is shitty. I have an iPhone, but I have no storage, hardly any music, and it's slow as fuck. I need a new one, but my dad won't sign another 2-year standard contract. 

10. My summer is going by too fucking fast. All I want to do is get lit, but that's hard when you're broke as fuck.

11. I want to blow a shit-ton of money at Sephora, but like I said, I'm broke. I haven't bought anything from there in awhile and I'm having withdraws. I want to go back and get some of that Anastasia brow definer and pomade. My brows are crying for a better routine. L'oreal is NOT cutting it anymore. Sorry, fam. 

So I know that me complaining is stupid, but this is my book and I can do what I want. Don't even come for me, bitch, my mascara costs more than your monthly rent. These lists of complaints and "woe is me"'s are gonna become a regular thing and I just write them down so I can get it all off of my chest. I'm not fucking complaining about how my life fucking sucks because it doesn't. I'm seriously blessed and I love my life. I'm just a spoiled-ass princess, is all. I'm seriously thinking of getting a sugar daddy to fuel my makeup problem.