There’s a little part of me that hates you for saying that you’re just going to sleep.
Like, 4srs? Why are you taunting me? I have only three [half] days of school left, and you’re making me jelly beyond belief. I’m already ready to go for school, and yet, here you are getting ready for bed. Just thinking about all that free time that you have and that I don’t rustles my jimmies to a point of no return. I think the only word that can describe this feeling I have towards you is simply buttfrustrated.
I’m sorry that I worked hard for it for 13 years.
You’ll get this time when you grow up.
But I know that you’re “buttfrustrated” about me for another reason. ;D
And I wasn’t talking to you I was talking to myself.