Tangents & The Times

There is a 95% chance I should just go kill myself because Shelley Duvall only looks like a decent person 5% of the time.
Sorry. The broad is mad homely. And I’m just like
I TOLD EVERYONE I NEEDED TO WASH MY HAIR
AND THAT I DIDN’T WANT TO HANG OUT.
AND I WAS REASSURED THAT
IT WAS “JUST FRIENDS” CHILLING HARD
THE “PEOPLE I LOVE & TRUST THE MOST”
& THAT MY “HAIR WASHED” OR “MAKE UP DONE” DIDN’T MATTER.
SOME FUCKING FRIENDS.
I HATE THE WORLD.
BUT MOSTLY
I HATE FACEBOOK.
AND IF IT WASN’T FOR THE FACT I LIKE MOST OF THE PICTURES PEOPLE TAKE/TAG OF ME AND THEN USE THEM FOR GRATUITOUS PICTURE OF YOURSELF WEDNESDAY POSTS OR THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ONLY TELL ME ABOUT PARTIES AND SHIT ON FACEBOOK AND GET MAD WHEN I DON’T SHOW UP AT SHIT BECAUSE I HAVEN’T CHECKED MY FACEBOOK, I’D DELETE IT. I REALLY WOULD. I DON’T NEED THIS SHIT. I DON’T EVEN WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR STUPID FRIEND’S BABY. SHE’S STUPID FOR HAVING A BABY. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? HER BABY IS UGLY. YEAH. THAT’S REAL TALK.