It's 9:27 in the morning and I can feel my blood boiling already.
Why do people make fun of others for their accents?
Why do people talk bad about others behind their backs? And laugh about it too?
Honestly the more I think about it the angrier I get and the angrier I get the more I want to scream.
It doesn't help that I'm running on three hours of sleep either.
Well I've got an essay to write.
YOU ARE READING
Me and My Thoughts on Literally Everything
Aléatoirethis is a book of my ranting. expect many.
