Mom: Talk to me about your problems
Me: I'm just stressed out
Mom: YOU'RE stressed out??! I SPEND ALL DAY ON MY FEET COOKING AND CLEANING AND NOBODY DOES CRAP IN THISE HOUSE EXCEPT FOR ME, and YOU'RE stressed out? You don't have any real problems you're a baby.
i’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because i don’t have any money but i do have Fists and am always angry
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concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe.
