mom: Dinner is ready, come downstairs honey.
*fucking not even a half second later*
mom: CAN YOU FUCKING COME DOWNSTAIRS, OH MY GOODNESS. NOBODY NEVER LISTENS TO ME IN THIS HOUSE. I COOK. I WASH YOUR CLOTHES. I FEED YOU. I BUY YOU STUFF & YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME. GOD DAMNIT CHILD COME DOWNSTAIRS YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!
teacher: *turns off lights for powerpoint*
me: *falls asleep*
the—morticiansdaughter: maccaronii: I make up scenarios in my head where I meet my favortite band dudes and they automatically love me and want to be my best friend. I thought I was the only one…