People disappoint me daily. To think I've almost lived in this world for 23 years. Why? People suck. And unless I want to live in a tent in the wilderness with my 3 wolves, I'm going to have to be around people for another 50+ years. I don't like this one bit. Not one bit.
*cheers to gin*
Getting me through the next few days until I cry because I'm old(er) and have nothing to be proud of.