i swear if one more person tries to talk shit about liam....

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i swear if one more person tries to talk shit about liam....
I found out a friend's cousin has described me as "a nice incel"
Modern Generation
A friend of mine cheated on her boyfriend today and decided I should be the one to spill to, all she had to say is she feels guilty but the sex was good. This affirms the thing that I have always known, I hate this generation. Let's face it, this is considered normal these days - morals are generally a thing of the past. I was raised old school and I'm so glad I was, to me being cool is sending a bunch of flowers and turning up uninvited, this over sexualised and under romanticised generation quite frankly disgusts me.
So The Past... Yeah...
I was reminded earlier today about my past. It was supposed to be just a small joke I guess, but I ended up getting extremely offended by that small little joke.
"I think you belong in a locked padded room sometimes." I'm paraphrasing it.. but the sentence basically was said because I am so out there that I can be alittle 'off'.
It didn't help that later, they mentioned a hospital I had stayed at before in my life, but they didn't know that.
So In a nutshell I ended up telling co-workers that I've been in a room that could technically be the equivalent of a "Locked Padded room" for a specific reason.
I couldn't help it... I literally got so pissed because it was like they were making fun of mental diseases without meaning to. Which in my part makes me feel like an idiot.
I don't really know. I'm just mad at myself for getting mad over something like that.
But since then... I've been in the worst mood, just because I felt like my past caught up with me again.
We really can't escape from our past... can we?
Jesse, I don't want to reblog the picture again and have it on my blog twice. But, I read all of your tags.