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When you pay $20 to go to a running music festical and be a third wheel and the mother for your drunk friend. Fuck my life. Can anyone enjoy these things without being fucked up and making me be responsible. Fuck. I just wanted to enjoy this and now I gotta take care of you.
Figured out where I got my know- it- all genes from. Okay dad, you may be older. But you never had your wisdom teeth removed so stfu about how I'm not eating enough. My mouth is still numb. I can't eat solid foods. I can barely intake soup without feeling nauseous. And I threw up because of the medication, not because I didn't eat a full meal. Look it up. Most people throw up from iv sedation afterwards. That's why I don't live at home anymore and have no plans returning post college. I don't even enjoy living here for more than 3 days. I've clearly like my independence too much since Seattle.
Noting has changed.
Once again, you're late with no concept of being on-time or being apologetic for it.
A day out shopping with friends back home and a night if just reminiscing and laughing with my roommate was all I needed to feel happy again. Much needed.
Calculating my time.
I spent the last 30 minutes calculating how many hours I spend on activities (work, school, sleeping, homework, etc.) in a weekday (M-F). I ran out of hours already and I haven’t even calculated in the ability to have fun and relax. Is this a wake up call that I’m taking on too much with my classes, work, internships, and clubs?
A little bit of homesickness. A little bit of nausea and feeling crappy. A little bit of annoyed at Seattle friends. A little bit of wishing I had a studio apartment.
Don't you hate it when you're worried about how someone percieves you and then that person makes a joke and you can't tell if it was shade or actually a joke?
Golden child being replaced.
*Friends talking about a girl in our club*
“Oh, she’s becoming a drama queen this year.”
No shit, Sherlock. I saw this one coming. You all praised and treated her like royalty last year because of the position her brother holds in E-Board. She became the golden child of the club. Everyone always wanting to hang out with her and buy her stuff and acting like she doesn’t do anything wrong. She use to be nice in the beginning and now it’s clear the power and popularity has gone to her head. She acts like she’s all that and think it’s acceptable when she get fucked up on alcohol and we all have to take care of her and clean up after her. And she doesn’t acknowledge that we do that.
Now that’s being replaced with this year’s golden child, she’s not happy. Get over yourself, girl.
