another antidote to the anecdote...

even my friends have been commenting on the bags under my eyes. i just shrug it off, roll my eyes. i can deal with the lack of sleep. im not proud of it- however- you are. go home to starve yourself from another 8-hour snooze so you have something to whine about next day at school, why dont you? and while youre at it, sort out your fucking priorities. you think your sex life > your friendships and self integrity. fucking hell!

its another fucking hipster 'trend' made from a serious fucking problem. every wishes their life to be the most tragic, their bags to be the darkest- its just a joke of a competition. you ruin this for everyone else- the people that actually have really issues, opposed to your 'daddy problems'. youre just pissed off coz he wont give you his plastic. you give bad names to them ('us', tentatively).this all makes me want to 'Columbine' it up on every one of you spoilt little shits. do us a favour and go fuck yourselves!!