Whatever Forever

When you first realize you’re annoying, you don’t feel like talking to anybody, you want to stay in your bed forever or die but then you start thinking that if you stay in your bed your parents will worry and get stressed out and, if you die now, people could either say you were just looking for attention or that you were too dramatic and stuff like that. Basically, nothing is okay when you know you’re annoying (I’m using the verb know because we are all annoying and we all come to that conclusion at leafs once in a lifetime), but that wasn’t the first time i thought about how annoying I was, and that made me really upset because, somehow, i was making my friends just as annoying as me and that could never be a good thing. Worst part of all: we said only a few words about it and then started not talking to each other for the rest of the night and just standing together even though we were all torn apart.

On monday, we went to school again, and we talked and laughed and our friend (those ones who didn’t like us the other night were being nice and throwing stuff on us (which is actually an amazing thing when you’re friends with a bunch of teenage dudes) and that’s when it hit us again:we’re just as annoying as everyone else and if someone thinks we’re more annoying than their best friends or shit FUCK THEM because we are so fine and these kids are just as fucked up as we are and they like us and they’re annoying as heck. 

To sum up: you should be proud if people find you annoying because that means that 1) you’re a human being and people will not always like you and that is actually fun sometimes and 2) that means that you do whatever you want and you’re living your own life and believe me: telling your grandkids you used to run in the middle of school trying to steal your friend’s backpack or just for the hell of it is way more fun than telling them your friend’s grandparents used to think you were a nice kid.