me: hey mum do you need help with-
mum: no
me: are you sure?
mum: yes i’m sure go away
*goes away*
mum: OH MY GOD NO BODY IN THIS HOUSE HELPS ME OH DEAR GOD WHY HAVE YOU GIVEN ME THIS FAMILY. NONE OF YOU APPRECIATE ME AND IT KILLS ME. I WORK MY ASS OFF. I CAN’T EVEN GET A BIT OF HELP IN THIS DAMN HOUSE.
me:..
March 2012
expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn’t reflect on the screen when you’re trying to blog
- kids these days: you only live once that's the motto nigga yolo
- me when i was their age: ravioli, ravioli, give me the formuoli
