- mom:you're grounded. give me your laptop
- me:can i turn on my queue first
i hate the thought of life. youre born, you wish you were older as a child, you get older and your life falls apart in your own hands, you have to sort out your career, wake up, go to work, get home from work, eat, sleep, repeat until you retire, then you eventually can’t do much anymore and then you die.
sad thought, right?
& then the rest of the year is like jeans and a hoodie