The World’s Master Plan
The world is out to get me today. I swear.
I’m sorry. But when I disclosed to you that piece of information, it meant that I trusted you enough to know what is going on. You can’t just throw it around like it’s everybody’s business. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even your business too, but I told you anyways because I thought you were my friend. Well fuck you. And your really nice dimples.
You can never really rely on anyone anymore. In the end, you’re just all you’ve got.
Thank you, world, for once again reminding me that you are stupid and I am going to end up alone and unhappy. I hate you.