Even the nicest person’s patience has its limit.
(Source: joycakes, via xandercorvid)
I’m so good at being fake, sometimes it scares me. I have the ability to convince myself that I’m the totally opposite of what I actually am. It’s like being an actress who’s stuck in her role and no longer remembers her real identity. I’m so twisted.
And when I finish writing about it here, I forget how absolutely fucked up I actually am. Because, well, that’s just me. Just a sadistic, complex little gemini.
I don’t even understand where you’re coming from.
You give me attitude for logging out your facebook account? You compare me to your previous roommates who goes to internet explorer just to log in cause you don’t want them to log you out? What the fuck? The computer freaking remembers your email and password, you don’t even have to do anything, just click “log in” and you’re done! Is that something really hard that you’re too lazy to do? Fine, if you like your previous roommates than me, that you get pissed off by such simple things, I’m done.
Mental Hiatus: I really wish I went to a school that spent their money on challenging...
I really wish I went to a school that spent their money on challenging courses instead of remedial ones. I really wish I went to a school that only hired high quality teachers instead of people paid to babysit. I really wish I went to a school that was filled with bright, educated students instead of immature teenagers who don’t care about the quality of their future. I really wish my school smelled like success instead of weed and unflushed toilets. I really wish I could be in an environment where knowledge is valued and ignorance is a flaw instead of a trait. This is an educational system, people. Wake up.
