Disaster Confetti

I might be out of a job before I even know my fucking start date because of a goddamn CANE.

I found a weird lump in my arm and my mother proceeded to tell me that it might be something THAT CAN ONLY HAPPEN IN YOUR UTERUS. She acts like she knows what she's talking about way too often. She also corrected me about me possibly having a genetic condition at the doctor. She kept calling it a immune disorder. She wouldn't believe me when I corrected her. Didn't even think about it and said it in a really condescending tone. I DID THE HOURS OF RESEARCH. NOT YOU. SHUT THE FUCK UP. When it comes to my health I never trust literally anything she says anymore.

I found a weird lump in my arm and my mother proceeded to tell me that it might be something THAT CAN ONLY HAPPEN IN YOUR UTERUS. She acts like she knows what she's talking about way too often. She also corrected me about me possibly having a genetic condition at the doctor. She kept calling it a immune disorder. She wouldn't believe me when I corrected her. Didn't even think about it and said it in a really condescending tone. I DID THE HOURS OF RESEARCH. NOT YOU. SHUT THE FUCK UP. When it comes to my health I never trust literally anything she says anymore.

Oh, the things I would do to make out with a random, nameless stranger in an alley rn.