you don't even know me. you don't know my favourite colour, flavour of ice cream, my goals, my dreams, and how badly i want to tell you how my day was.
and i can't do that because of this stupid language barrier we have. i can't even speak properly and i have to use my dad as a translator.
oh, i'm sorry that all that shit you bought is going to waste, but you fvcking know what? i NEVER wanted that stuff. the stuff that i actually wanted, and you bought, i obviously still use. just because you don't see me using them, doesn't mean i don't use it at all. so what if it's been like week? who the hell knows if i still won't use it? all the shit you told me, i knew it from the very beginning. so i tell you i know it, but you keep insisting that i don't. don't talk to me like i'm stupid.
/rant
you know what, thanks to you, now i can't give up. i told myself to, but i guess you're my mothafvcking motivation. sigh.
frustrated
bouncy
jealous
sleepy
indescribable
worried
hopeful
stressed
exhausted
chipper