Why? Why? Why? Why do I allow myself to believe that anyone outside of my super close friends and family will be considerate? People are just selfish beings at the core. Fact. I am one of them. I am guilty of this. But fuck you.

Cats and pizza. Where did the mass obsession come from. Cats are fine, I guess. They don't really do anything and dogs are a shit ton better but they're fine. Pizza is pretty wonderful, that's true. But this fucking "hip" obsession? It makes no fucking sense.

I often wonder if I'm the type of person that someone could miss or if that I'll be lucky enough to find someone to miss me.

Dear pseudo-intellectuals, Kindly fuck off and cease your pretentious chatter. Sincerely, The rest of us.

Though I know I'm guilty of this at times as well, my friends seriously have no grasp on moderation.

I am trying so hard to not be bitter and angry. To not hold a grudge where one is absolutely due. To not think ill of them. They're making it very, very difficult. Very. Difficult.