Probably gonna go grocery shopping tonight and start my cabbage soup diet tomorrow.
I don’t understand how this thing in my family works. The youngest member of the family means you’re at the bottom of the hierarchy. It means that you’ll have to clear the mess left behind by others.
For now it means that if someone older comes to stay at your house, you jolly well clean up your bedroom, change the bed sheets, put some fresh flowers on the table and give up your room.
This shit happens to me all the fucking time. Where do I sleep? In the living room. What the actual fuck I don’t think you understand. It’s my room. It’s so unfair. Life’s unfair. Everybody gets what they want, except me.
how about you like me back
exit the womb they said
life will be great they said