But that's not why you're here.
you’re 30 years old and still living at home.
you have a baby you ignore.
you are a lazy asshole slob that sits on your ass all day.
you have no job.
you have no future.
you have no control over your emotions. (or your bitter remarks)
you have no potential for a job or a future.
you only have your body, of which you intend to use to get a man to support you.
get the fuq out of my house, you bitch.
what if humans lost all their skin every winter and walked around as skeletons and the trees get pissed when they have to rake all our skin off their lawns
how high are you
(via neonnelli)
Expectation:
Reality:
(Source: goo.gl, via box-o-laughs)
Pissed off. I need a diary or something. Goodnight
