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I can’t even -____-
You only talk to people when they will benefit you, you treat your friends like shit, you’re inconsiderate, your temper is atrocious, and you’re ridiculously immature.
I don’t understand how people can type like this on a normal and daily basis. It’s one thing to do it once in a while, but it’s also another to do it in every single thing they put up online. Some people even speak like this in real life. How the fuck…are you illiterate? Go to school, educate yourselves. It’s not cute. You sound dumb as fuck.
In VMC we read an article about how students now are even writing their essays in “IM”. And we had to write out a conversation in “IM” text and I couldn’t even do that. It made me so uncomfortable even thinking about it.
hey gurllll r u guna cum 2day i like hella wunna go but idk
hit me upz k qt?
omgg hez lik so kyoot lik unf n e wayz c u l8r
-___- what the fuck. If my kids wrote their essays like this, it’s time for some hardcore table flippin’.
If you’re not going to be okay with getting your fucking daughter her cap and gown for graduation then oh, fucking, kay.
And why is it that none of the staff members, counselors, or whatever, explain this whole fucking shit to us.
Okay, it’s not that confusing, but it’d be nice to have some guidance. I feel like a blind dog just wandering aimlessly.
And while I’m at it, people suck.
I’ve been in a pretty good mood lately, but holy moly, I can not deal with people.
I feel ridiculous and annoying right now. I hate complaining, but I’m stressed, tired, hungry, cold, and I can not handle this right now. Better to let it out than to keep it all in right? Right.
You know what bugs me?
When people with cars think that the only reason you want to hang out with them is for the ride.
No, bitch. I wanted to hang out with you.
I mean, I get that people use one another for rides a lot, and that shit’s annoying. But dude, I’m asking you to grab food. I can walk to that place if I wanted to, I don’t need you for your car.
Don’t hold yourself so high honey, I don’t need a car, and I can have just as much fun, if not, more fun than you.