In the words of Mrs White "Flames, flames on the side of my face. Heaving...Heaving breaths..."
This is how i felt a few hours ago.
May i ask a rhetorical question?
(of course i can! 'tis my blog!)
Why do others feel that they have the RIGHT and PRIVILEGE to tell you what to do?
Why do they feel like its OKAY and PERFECTLY NORMAL to try and guilt you into doing what they want?
I honestly dont know.
I'm an adult. I make my own choices.
I'm now done venting.
The end.
This is how i felt a few hours ago.
May i ask a rhetorical question?
(of course i can! 'tis my blog!)
Why do others feel that they have the RIGHT and PRIVILEGE to tell you what to do?
Why do they feel like its OKAY and PERFECTLY NORMAL to try and guilt you into doing what they want?
I honestly dont know.
I'm an adult. I make my own choices.
I'm now done venting.
The end.
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