Part of me wants to work really hard in college and change the world.
Part of me wants to not work hard at all and marry some rich guy.
And the other 97% of me just wants to sleep.
I am obsessed with wanting to experience a different life. If only life restarts when you die, but that’d be too easy won’t it? I think too much about wanting to be someone else, about how different life would be. I’d grow up differently, see things differently, and experience different things.
Maybe I’d be pretty; pretty enough for candid shots of me to still be pretty. Maybe I won’t be awkward, or soft, so that I can speak confidently and fluently without stuttering. Maybe I’d be brave; brave enough to tell people how I really feel about them. But I can’t change anything. I’m stuck with this life, and I feel like it’s never going to be enough for me.
I want to be perfect. Don’t tell me nobody’s perfect because to me, a lot of people are perfect. Perfect enough for me to want to be like them. For me to want to be them. I want to be perfect. But I’m not, and never will be.
THOU = “YOU” WHEN YOU’RE FUCKING DOING SOMETHING.
THEE = “YOU” WHEN YOU’RE HAVING SOMETHING FUCKING DONE TO YOU.
THY = “YOUR” AND “YOURS” WHEN THE THING YOU OWN BEGINS WITH A FUCKING CONSONANT.
THINE = “YOUR” AND “YOURS” WHEN THE THING YOU OWN BEGINS WITH A FUCKING VOWEL.
IF YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE SHITTY EARLY MODERN ENGLISH TEXT POSTS, DO IT RIGHT.
You’re a Bitch
You’re a Bit
You’re a Bi
You’re a Bitch
Oh look ,You’re still a Bitch
so me and my dad are watching a documentary about a man that killed his children and the presenter turned to the camera and said ‘how could anyone ever think about killing their child’ and my dad sat there looking straight at the tv and said ‘trust me its not difficult’ he then looked at me and sighed