#angry stuff

IDC if it's 'for a disability' in my day we used notebooks with a lock on em okay this is a guy's life and he can do what he wants or don't you fucks take your own advice? Don't turn this into another Flappy Bird either learn to code if you think someone owes you a whole ass app or start writing with your hands again

@ my family: maybe if you actually engaged in conversation with me once or twice or complimented me or something instead of making fun of me or making me the joke at every get together, I wouldn't leave to go to my room halfway through. I know it's a crazy idea, but I think it could be done.

I'm... tired. I'm really tired of all these and I don't have much fight in me for this kind of things. One of my cousin is telling bullshits about me to other relatives and they... kinda believe her because I am mostly introverted when I'm with grandparents, uncles and cousins and my personality and way of thinking don't really slip out very much. In another time I would have drowned the bitch in her own lies and fuck it if I looked too evil. Right now? I don't really know. Shit happens too often for my liking and I made my grandfather a promise before he died, no more fighting. ...well he asked that to each one of his nephews so why do I have to be the one who still keeps things quiet ?

me: *at work* *phone rings* person: hi I'd like to request an order of 12 balloons they're all gonna be the latex ones. me: oh, I'm sorry. we don't blow up the latex balloons in the store. person: are you sure? I ordered 40 of them before. I'm just asking around because no other *insert name of store*s do that. me: yeah, we don't do that here sorry. person: well, is there a manager I can speak to because I'm pretty sure you guys blow up latex balloons. me: he just stepped outside. if you'd like to wait a few minutes, he should be right back. person: I'll just call back in 5 minutes when he comes back in. *5 minutes later* *phone rings* *my boss picks up* *my boss explains that we DONT FUCKING BLOW UP LATEX BALLOONS IN THE GODDAM STORE (but less angrily and no profanity 😂) like seriously guys this is the shit I deal with everyday working in retail.

so, my mom volunteered me to babysit 8 FUCKING KIDS next Saturday and I waNNA DIE LOL. the youngest is 3 and the oldest is 13 and why can't the 13 year old do it like. ok I know I'm being a baby about it, but I just really don't like working with kids and I'm only getting paid $10 and hour and I have to split it with my sister and it's gonna be like 4 hours so I'm essentially only getting $20 for this shit. I'm desperate for money though because I want to make sure I have enough for Disney because I only get paid like once before I go, but I mean $20 isn't going to break the bank and it's especially not worth it if it's 8 kids ranging from the ages 3-13. another thing, my sister is coming and she's 13 so like if she's getting paid to babysit why the fuck can't that other 13 year old do it frfr. like idgi. I don't even like it when people make their kids pay for their shit when I'm at my actual job. good lord why is this my life.