Fuck the what..?
Fuck work. Fuck everything.
Yeah, I’m a little whiny bitch. So what? I’m limited to anything and everything possible. My privacy no longer exists due to me being searched every waking minute of my life. I can’t enjoy an hour alone with a friend because I’ll be getting a call or text from my mother every 5 fucking minutes.
Is this what being 18 should be like? Because if it is, I’d much rather go back to being twelve, crushing on douchebags, talking shit and obsessing about my image.
I’m here, in my room, bingeing on celery. Can’t write. Can’t bring myself to study. Help(less)?
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