It’s just not my day.
People insist on cursing at me over the phone. Keep on hiding behind that fragile piece of wiring, it’s not getting you anywhere. honestly, you couldn’t even PRETEND to have the decency to say that to my face. Even if you did spontaneously muster up the courage to say one-fourth of it to my face, i’d brush it off like it’s nothing. why, you might ask? because I’m not some immature four year old who cries about everything (this comparison is quite accurate, no lie.) Grow up.
PS. as the female gender, i am entitled to at least one depressing post, so yeah.