I had this spam group text today with like 4 random numbers and I was real passive aggressive to them for literally no reason other than I’m a hater and it turned out to be the only 3 good people I worked with like 7 years ago so bitchful to wistful whiplash
when it’s cold, early, and quiet in the morning, laying in bed with every single soft fluffy blanket while my meds kick in is where I wish I could stay all day
Pouring rain during your HS graduation seems like an omen, just saying. Feels like the kind of shit that would have happened to millennials from like 99-05
Centennial high school graduation Williamson County, Franklin, Tennessee. Completely unacceptable those kids worked hard to graduate. This was a humiliating experience.
My brother is going to see his mom Sunday. He invited me, and I was like “I feel like my dad wouldn’t want me to, so no? But also my mom wouldn’t want me to, so yes?”