we love my friends actually being pricks and talking shit about me, openly saying how I’m just an extra to them, and blaming me for fucking everything when all I did was stay in my seat at a fucking lunch table bc where tf am I supposed to go if I move? The fucking bathroom? Pricks.
[We love venting at like 12 in the morning when I got a math test tmr :) ]
If I have to deal with one more day of my nose more clogged than one of those pipes in the oddly satisfying videos where it’s like one big clump I swear to god-
please. I can’t stop binge reading roses and champagne (not a story on wattpad, it’s a lil manhwa that I’m probably gonna get caught reading by my friend that found out my passwords somehow.)
guess who got a week off for thanksgiving and is now staying up late even though they have math homework, laundry, a friend who is literally bouta off them, and is probably only making their insomnia worse by doing so?
me. it’s me chat ‘-‘
please I’m actually screaming, why are some writers (definitely not targeting some) so GOOD. Like I’m SOBBING. CRYING. CONVLUSING.
I’m bouta Ursula this stuff rn. please. They are so good it’s actually heart wrenching-