Things in Perspective
I could go on and on about how people have done me wrong and shit I’ve been through, but it would just be so pointless. No one really gives a shit, everyone is just curious. I’m not mad or sad, it’s just why I choose to keep things to myself. I hate complaining about my problems and playing victim. Everyone has problems, that’s life and the world doesn’t owe me shit.
All week I thought my birthday was in January and not February. Omg am I fucking slow?
everyone else: i'm getting an ipad and a laptop and $300 worth of clothes and...
me: MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A SOCK