That feeling of wanting to rage on Facebook at people with stupid status updates, like posting a picture of a meal they cooked and being like “why hasn’t someone wifed me” bitch please! Cooking isn’t hard! If the standard of being married was simply to he able to cook then I should have been wed when I was 13!
I was talking to my friend about some stuff that’s going on in my life and the moment I opened my mouth I regretted it. Wrong friend. Hate it when that happens. And you wonder why I don’t talk about shit.