I. Am. So. Fucking. Annoyed.
Stay the hell out my ass, motherfucker. I'm allergic to all types of bullshit. Disrespect me, and I'll disrespect you right back. How hard is it to bring a couple of small clothing articles to your room that you share with our brother? Fuck, I'll cuss you out again if I have to, you fucking asshole. Then to wake up with Dad on my case about you leaving Angelo's fucking clothes outside of my room because you got cussed out and wanted to get some revenge. Again, how hard is it to put some fucking clothes in the room you two share?
And FUCK. Why do you care that we stay up late and not eat when you want us to! We go to sleep early when we're hella beat, and a lot of the times we aren't. I didn't eat because I am not fucking hungry. Not because I don't want to, but because my body doesn't want the food at this fucking moment. Why can't you fucking understand that shit?
"The bubbles aren't coming out."
"You fill it up with water; it's called the law of displacement."
Dad, Kayla doesn't give a shit about physics right now. She just wants to finish the chore and be done with it. So stop serving the beef.
I'm not gonna spit our issues online or any of that shit. That's just not me. I don't really have anything to say about you anyway..
What kind of thread is "Help me match these?" asking for people to help you match clothing with shoes? I know there's a sticky on ISS, but fuck, smh. It's common sense. Posting pointless threads to raise your post count is hella stupid. Agh, gtfo fagbeasts. Go to NT and get your pussy eaten out by perverted guys before you waste space on FSF or something. Shit.
El fin.
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