That’s how you know I’m in a bad mood
I effing hate it, like the hell? Just talk to me and tell me what the hell is going on, I’m not an effing mind reader. I cannot stand when someone just can’t grow the balls and tell you straight up what’s going on or how they feel, and just avoid you instead. Ndjdkfjdbsjjxkdkkjxjdj I could slap a toddler right now, of how effing pissed I am.
I don’t deserve this right now.