Ive gotta blog.
So last night some ass mongural bitch asked me if he could have my speakers and I said no. I come home today and they are fucking gone. they were big ass speakers that like, i set my books on and shit and it acted as a bedside table...
so yeah, all my shit was just thrown on my fucking bed like its fucking worthless.
It would be a little fucking less upsetting if I was fucking told he was taking them, but apparently my asspirate brother told him to just march into my room and FUCK WITH MY SHIT. There are very fucking few posessions I have that I like. My room is the only fucking makeshift sanctuary I have, and really, very few things in it are mine. It is the only fucking place that is MINE and it pisses me the fuck of that people dont give a fuck about my space and dont mind trashing all my shit just to take something they fucking want.
IM SO FUCKING ENRAGED RIGHT NOW.



on a lighter note...
"the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people"
- the perks of being a wallflower
what a discretely complex idea.