I don’t give a fuck about no emotional wreck. Don’t give a fuck about her being tired.
Quest summed up my thoughts perfectly.
This shit don’t add up.
This story makes no damn sense. How do u go to the wrong apartment? Wasn’t there a apartment number on the door? What intruder opens the door to let you in? She doesn’t know what the hell the inside of her apt looks like? There’s way more going on here. Fuck her feelings! RIP Mr Jean
Me: I’m having such a hard time, can y’all please go easy on me?
According to this meme I made in 2016, 2018 is the last year in a barrage of terrible years. In 2019, the suffering will end and good things will come to us once again
Reblog for a good 2019, because goddamnit we all need it.