People need to stop asking me questions and wanting crap from me. It is REALLY hard to be Little Miss Sunshine when my workweek has been a heaping pile of suck, and I’m running on about 3 hours of sleep.
Either listen to me the first fucking time or figure it out yourself. Then fucking do it yourself.
You are all fucking adults, assholes. I’m in NO mood for holding your hand through this fucking shitstorm we call life.
This seriously has been a terrible, terrible week. I am at my wit’s end.
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