I'm mad at everyone. EVERYONE. I'm mad at my friends for being childish demon bitches that can't just keep their goddamn mouths shut. I'm mad at my family for not spending more time with me. I'm mad at my roommates for expecting me to do the dishes AGAIN just because I'm the person who gets sick of the yelling fastest. I'm mad at the world.
See, I'm having a party, and all of the people who were supposed to be coming for me, aren't. So I'm going to be totally alone at a party with all of my roommate's stupid friends.
The best part is, I'm moderately okay with hating them all. There's this depressed part of me that feels like even if they showed up they'd be disappointing anyways. So there, I'm sitting on my couch, all dressed up, with no one to see me. Except that creepy guy who keeps showing up and no one knows who he's friends with...
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