UGH

Thursday, March 8, 2012

How upset would my ancestors be if they knew someday one of their descendants would be all like “I am sad, nothing is going right” and it’s only because the bitch can’t get a grasp on her personal life and she wishes she felt the confidence and security to do, like, anything? Meanwhile great-great-great-great-great-great-gram is like, “we had to fucking eat grass at one point, get a grip.”