I am The Pixie Shtick.
I’m at a comfortably painful position where I hate everyone and everyone hates me. I kinda like it.
it doesn’t matter what I do, at the end of the day, everyone hates me and judges me, and I suck at everything. I just want to die.
Maker, I hate Sundays so much. I stare at Pintrest, nap for five hours and wish desperately for Monday to finally come and save me.
Arrrgh! Never have children. Ever ever ever. You may think they’re cute and adorable and thats true, but its so not worth it. I can never find a babysitter. Ever! They don’t exist. That means I can’t go to the dentist, I can’t go to the hospital after I cut off my leg, and I definitely can’t go to the theater to see the movies I want to see. Instead, I’m stuck at home watching nick jr cartoons over and over and over and over. Just kill me now.
its going to be a good day.