I may come off a little, just a little, blunt in this post, but I’m done sugar coating everything. Possibly because my hormones are a little off-balance right now, but I really dgaf.
FIRSTLY, I have no idea why everybody has this expectation of me to be able to spend every single waking moment with them, and manage to reply to their texts (when my phone is barred) and I have no fucking 3G connection, (BECAUSE MY PHONE IS BARRED) so what on earth makes you think I can reply to your whatsapp messages? What part of “my phone is barred” do you not understand?! Jeebus.
SECONDLY, my life – is as packed as it could possibly be, so I do not know how to manage my time any more than I already have. You don’t make plans with me, IN ADVANCED, do not expect me to be able to go yum cha and what shit, because at the moment, everything I have that doesn’t include school, sports carnival or my excessive amounts of tuition and studying, is on a first-come-first-serve basis.
THIRDLY, I am not an object. No, you may not talk about me like I am an inanimate object. I breathe, eat, burp, sleep, shit, pee, and everything else that comes with being alive. So no, I do not enjoy being referred to as “that one la” or “that thing la”.
FOURTHLY, I don’t care who you are, or what your reasons are, for being a complete asshole. I did not do anything to you, yes, I have a boyfriend, but that does not mean you get to treat me, or anyone else for that matter, like shit. I have my reasons for not being able to go out, so deal with it.
FIFTHLY, all these fucking bastards who walk around like they rule the earth; DINOSAURS ruled the earth first, maybe I’m missing something like, you have a secret dino-identity, (psht yeah right) then sorry man, you seem to have time-travelled into the wrong fucking era. We have proper curtains now, banana leaves went out of fashion a long time ago, honey.
I would probably go on and on about how selfish and self-absorbed people are but I just realized I’m wasting my time writing this when I could be doing something better, like studying.
Yeah, that’s pretty much a month’s worth of pent up ranting.
I’m pretty surprised at how little I wrote.
Yay.