sorta wanna die sorta wanna kiss you sorta wanna get my shit together sorta wanna lose twenty pounds in a month??
i fuckin hate the type of person who enters a room when a show is on and starts talking. what the fuck is wrong with you. who the fuck raised you. are you an animal. get out of my house
i hate it when flies fucking rub their stupid little shitty hands together like they’re plotting to ruin my life those tiny little bastards