I just realized I'm really pissed because it's too hot. I can't handle it, there's not even a little breeze in here. What is this?! It's October and the temperature is getting higher. WTF. I've been wanting to wear some warmer clothes, like a nice cardigan that I can't wear because of this damn hot weather. Plus my damn bacne if that's how you even spell it, well it won't let me wear tank tops which is what I would like to wear. I hate having bad genes. Plus I cant reach my back that well, IT'S MY BACK. I'm not some extremely flexible person with crazy arms. Then of course I have to go to this party and this girl complains how she has like one tiny little pimple thats barely noticeable. I'm just here like...fuck you I cant even wear tank tops that cover most of my back. Oh and then she's like, I have to loose weight when she's like super skinny and athletic. Then there's me with the stretch marks and cellulite like, yeah, I wore a bathing suit like 4 times this summer. Then people always say I have to have so much confidence to get a guy, I'm just like, there are people with way less confidence than me that have boyfriends.
Well that would lead to neverending complaints.
So moving on to...oh no. I just had this flashback to English class and we're reading this book it's called The God of Small Things, it's about this Indian family with secrets, so many secrets. And I feel like an idiot for complaining about my shit that doesn't matter. Everything seems so insignificant. Wait no.
What will I do with the rest of my life?
This is probably epicly boring to read. I'm so sorry whoever decided to keep reading up until now. Basically I haven't been able to pinpoint anything I'm good at or am passionate about. I must be a cold robot with no emotions.
(This is possibly favorite cat picture on the internet.)
