Stop. Just... Stop. (RANT BOOK)

It's Halloween

Okay. It's Halloween.

My town decided to be a douche hole and snow last night- which I would've been fine with, if my window hadn't been open all fucking night.

So, I woke up being a Rainsicle.

And this whole rant is just me complaining, because I also really fucking want stuffing but my mother says 'we have to save it until Thanks Giving' because my relatives come to our house and bring shitty food and eat our good food.

Anyway.

What're you guys going to be doing? Are you going to a party, trick-or-treating? Let me live vicariously through you.

*Burns halloween costume* Rain is hungry and wishes to be you. *runs away on all fours with food in her face*

EDIT: I also wish to be where ever Michael Clifford is, because he's going trick-or-treating naked and I'd like to see that

I mean... what