Some times I wish my mom didn’t yell at me all the time. Like I wish we were closer and happy but it’s never been that way. I’m always the villain and the one who is wrong when I yell back. Well us being close is never gonna be a reality so I guess I’ll just wish for her to shut the fuck up.
Wishing is bad…
MY MATH TEACHER SAW ME TEXTING AND MADE ME STAND IN FRONT OF THE ROOM AND HE TOLD ME TO READ THE TEXTS BUT I WOULNT SO HE TOOK MY PHONE AND READ THE LAST THREE ON THERE OUT LOUD AND THE FIRST ONE WAS “IM HUNGRY” AND MY FRIEND REPLIED WITH “HUNGRY FOR SEMEN” AND I SAID “TRUE THOUGH” IMGONNA JUMP OFF A BUILDING




