Woke up and someone had put my clothes in the dryer! Now, normally, you know this wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that it was a load made up entirely of clothes that were NOT supposed to go in the dryer! So I attempted to go eat breakfast…. The only silverware we have in the house is in the dishwasher. Oh first world problems, right?
Fuck you, bitch, my shirt brand new.
Then suddenly I’m glad I didn’t have two parents growing up. If this is what it would have been like? How can someone listen to the fighting constantly. I feel for the people who have to put up with this… I just think about how I had it so much better in some ways that I saw as bad. Sure, there were still some aspects that were unimaginably horrid, but overall? I’m me, the person I am today, because of all that. Yeah, I have problems up the wazoo! But not as bad as some. At least this will just help me grow, right? When I’m faces with this problem again, I’ll know how to deal, right?
So dumb fucks like you don’t understand. Haha!