Rage Post. tl;dr: My friend sucks.

I have this “person” whom I was friends with for literally years. She has the belief that she knows me inside and out. Dude. We haven’t had a conversation that spanned for more than a few minutes in 2 years and counting.

You once assumed that I wanted to meet your partner, and so you forcibly invited him to a gathering that *I* planned just so I could officially meet him.

Let me say something: Excuse me? If I meet people, then I meet them and that’s that. Don’t get me wrong, I am always happy to meet people. What pisses me off the most is that according to you, I was super excited to meet him. In my defense, I never expressed any excitement.

Side note: If I decide to do something, she tries to get involved that has absolutely nothing to do with her.Kindly back off and mind your own business.

If I wanted to tell you; I would have told you.

But I didn’t.

Get the hint.

Sometimes I don’t want to reply with, “I know that feeling all too well” in some situations.

It makes me feel awkward and weak.

…And it shouldn’t. =/

One thing I hate
I hate it when people cut me off mid-sentence, make something up, and then attempt to take credit of the situation.
Here's an example of what I'm talking about (obviously, this is the condensed version for many reasons):
Me: I had my first energy drink when... -
Her: Yeah! You had your first one with us at that one time in the spring!
Me: Actually, I had it when... -
Her: Remember?! During that school event!
Me: I actually had one with my friends in (another city)... during the summer...
Her: Oh.
Me: Yeah...
Awkward much, yes?!
I seriously wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up. Holy crap. This isn't the first time she did this either.
Edit: Yes, it's something as stupid as a drink, but I thought I should rant anyways. Only because this isn't the first time this has happened.
Late Night Post

Sometimes it might seem to some people that I like to talk about myself a lot. It may look like that on the outside, but I really don’t - or at least nothing personal. I feel awkward talking about me as a person. Blargh. What to do.

…I’m not complaining though! I like myself. I am truly content with my life.

Just added about 25 things to my queue.

In a matter of a few minutes.

What is going on with my life?

I think my obsession with tumblr has gotten much, much worse.

I think I went Queue-happy…

80 things in the queue, posts 3x a day.

I don’t know how I should feel about this…

It’s 4:16 AM

where I am, and I’m still awake

Well, oops.

Never have I ever been

so unprepared to write a midterm exam.

I swear I will never take this (type of) class again.

Ever.

White Girl Problems.: Fucking rant.

albus-wulfuric-dumbledore:

Right, I am really pissed off right now. I log onto Tumblr, and the first thing I see is this whole Lady Gaga doesn’t like Harry Potter post, and then a fuck loads of comments beneath insulting her for it.

Um excuse me? IT’S CALLED A MOTHER FUCKING OPINION.

Not…

(Source: omgsogrungebbz, via beigegirl)