I'm supposed to be doing dishes, cleaning up, taking a shower, getting ready for the day, answering messages and what am I doing instead? A fucking tag.
Is it gonna be an imaginary wedding where I'm the only one there outside in the rain wishing my one and only bae was at the altar, except my bae isn't even mine to begin with, so in all reality I'm just a pathetic lonely hoe?
Hehehehe
I'M A bad ass lyrical genius who is the least basic bitch you'll ever find. Nobody can top my skill, yo. My love life is basically sad and nonexistent. And then I die when Karma comes and bites me in the ass for having too many people ring my dingdong. Wonderful.
That edit I mentioned earlier:
NOW I ONLY HAVE 50 MINUTES TO DO ALL MY CHORES N SHIT DUCKALKAFUICKF