I hate being in the same room with both of my parents. They don’t argue or anything it’s just so irritating.
My mom is a he said she said person and I always correct her, then she objects and makes up some other irrelevant ass fucking story like she’s doing right fucking now, cunt.
Dad is so anal about my clothes, “why isn’t this ironed blah blah blah.” well I don’t know nigga it’s kinda in my bag that you decided to rummage through because you’re just curious of anything and everything that has to do with me. Breathe down my neck a little less.
I cant stand either of them sometimes, but together I just wanna shoot myself.
That moment where i pick out a bunch of cool looking clothes, that don’t look good with my body shape/physique. LOL