My dad just walked past me when my dash suddenly pops out gay porn.
Dad: What are you doing?
Me: What?
Dad: -stares and walk away-
I had a mini-heart attack.-myheartwasnotmeantforthis-
My dad just walked past me when my dash suddenly pops out gay porn.
Dad: What are you doing?
Me: What?
Dad: -stares and walk away-
I had a mini-heart attack.-myheartwasnotmeantforthis-
While I’m glad that the two of you are still so lovey-dovey after so many years of marriage, I do NOT appreciate you announcing to me each and every time you are about to have sex.
Please, there are some things that I do NOT want to know.
Today is my birthday and honestly I didn’t really expect too much since both my parents have forgotten about it.. again.
None of my classmates remembers, I can accept since they kindof drifted away from me for awhile.
None of my relatives remember, I can understand cause we were never close.
BUT SERIOUSLY, I just had to fall down and twist my ankle on my fucking birthday?! Gee, thanks.
I feel like such a bitch..
I know I should be happy when I receive birthday wishes from people.
It doesn’t really matters if they really meant it or not.
At least they bothered to send a message to wish me… But its just..
I’m a fucking greedy bitch.
I wished to have more people notice the day and be like, “Hey! Today’s your birthday! Happy Birthday to you!”
Why am I so attention-seeking…
It’s my birthday today and how do I celebrate it?
by getting sick…
My tooth hurts.
My head hurts.
My body hurts.
Fuck this.