0513. Korean. Obsessed.
[Jaejoong, Kai, Kyungsoo]
[Jaejoong, Kai, Kyungsoo]
Playlist
B1A4 - 걸어 본다
people talking, coughing obnoxiously, playing fucking games in the study rooms, etc. while i’m studying.
Please. Just get the fuck out.
THESE FUCKING GIRLS NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I’M SURE THEY’RE NICE PEOPLE
BUT WHEN I WANNA GET SHIT DONE THEY NEED TO FUCKING HAVE SOME SENSE AND STOP TALKING.
I SWEAR. WE’RE IN THE FUCKING STUDY LOUNGE. I CAN’T FUCKING DEAL WITH HOW THESE PEOPLE HAVE NO.FUCKING.SENSE.
SOCIALIZE SOMEWHERE ELSE BITCHES.
when i try to tell someone something and they’re like “WHAT?!”
I GET SO FUCKING PISSED.
When people:
-don’t reply to my texts at all
-don’t reply to my texts at all and doesn’t tell me why
-reply late
-reply with single words
-reply with an IDK
I understand people have their own lives but this really pisses me off. it’s something I have to get used to because it’s not like they’re doing it on purpose. ;; if they are, then i can be mad at them.
LIKE I TRY TO FUCKING HELP MY MOM BUT SHE GETS SO PISSY AND I’M JUST LIKE.. WHY CAN’T YOU SAY THANKS. AND I’M TRYING NOT TO TALK BACK TO HER BUT THEN SHE’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT I’M FEELING.
I TRIED TO HELP HER WITH THE DISHES AND I WAS ON THE PHONE TO TALK TO A FRIEND I HAVEN’T TALKED TO AND I WANTEDDDDD TO DO THE DISHES AND THEN MY MOM’S LIKE “IT’S OKAY GO TALK WITH YOUR FRIEND SOMEWHERE ELSE” AND I’M LIKE… DUDE DON’T FUCKING GET MAD AT ME. I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU.
AND ITS NOT JUST THE DISHES. ITS THE CLEANING AND COOKING AND ALL THE DAMN CHORES YOU CAN THINK OF. UGH. UGHHHHHH.
FUCKING
HE TOLD ME
YESTERDAY THAT HE’LL GIVE ME BACK MY EARPHONES TODAY MORNING
AND HE USED IT ALL DAY AND I DIDNT ASK FOR IT BACK
AND THEN I HEAR HIM LAUGHING LIKE A FUCKING HYENA
AND I GO INTO HIS ROOM AND ASK HIM FOR MY EARPHONES BACK
AND HE JUST STARED AT ME SO I GO ANGRY
AND HE WAS LIKE “WHAT?”
UGH SO FUCKING PISSY
THEN I’M LIKE DID YOU NOT HEAR ME. GIVE ME BACK MY EARPHONES
AND HE LIKE GOT HIS BIG BODY UP AND THREW MY EARPHONES HARD TO THE GROUND, EXPECTING ME TO PICK IT UP
AND I WAS LIKE YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE BROKEN THEN YOU KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN
AND HE FUCKING STARTED CHARGING TOWARDS ME AND WAS LIKE DONT EVER FUCKING COME TO ROOM. DONT EVEN FUCKING COME NEAR IT.
AND SHUTS THE FUCKING DOOR HARD
AND I’M LIKE WTF
THE WORSE THING IS MY DAD FUCKING HEARD EVERYTHING AND WITNESSED EVERYTHING BUT DOES HE DO ANYTHING? NO HE FUCKING DOESN’T AND HE GETS MAD AT ME THAT I SAID FUCK ONCE TO MY BROTHER AND HERE’S MY BROTHER SAYING FUCK FUCK FUCK EVERYWHERE WE GO AND HE DOESN’T GET BLAMED ONCE. IF HE DOES GET BLAMED IT’S IN A JOKING WAY. FUCKING I GET FUCKING BLAMED FOR EVERY SINGLE SHITTY THING.
OH MY MOTHERS.
HE JUST CAME IN MY ROOM NAGGING ME ABOUT HOW I DIDN’T ANSWER THE PHONE CORRECTLY.
my brother needed some kind of shot or something and so my dad called me at like 5ish saying that the doctor was coming at 5:10 so clean up the house and stuff. Um.. this is so fucking last minute. and so i was like okay whatever.
and on top of that my brother wouldn’t fucking pick up his phone. it was seriously like 3 times in a row and my parents called ME and i just couldn’t deal with anyone.
my dad just came in my room and narrating the whole fucking story, like i needed to hear it again. and then i was like well you didn’t tell me ahead of time. of course i’d get upset. and he kept going on and on making up fucking excuses and i’m just like WHAT DID I JUST SAY. I’M ANGRY CUZ YOU TOLD ME LAST MINUTE DAMMIT.
i couldn’t deal with my feelings so i laughed. and he got kind of upset but didn’t yell at me about it.
my dad just feels the need to say everything that bothers him.
MY MOM’S BEING ANNOYING, MY BROTHER NEEDS TO GET A LIFE, MY DAD NEEDS TO STOP LECTURING ME.
I FUCKING NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE.
my dad bought my brother a skateboard… a fucking skateboard that he has no idea how to ride. sure he can practice… but he already has a bike, that we bought recently for him, but doesn’t know how to ride it yet. we have a scooter that is in perfect condition with brakes and handles, and he doesn’t want to ride it because it’s “outdated.” so he now has a fucking skateboard that probably expensive. i don’t understand why my dad buys him things that my brother will probably not even use after a couple months.
he is so spoiled.
FUCKING SHIT.
JUST BECAUSE YOU HAD A FUCKING BAD DAY AND GET ANNOYED BY SOMETHING DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD FUCKING TAKE IT OUT ON ME. YOU THINK I DON’T HAVE BAD DAYS? OF COURSE YOU DON’T BECAUSE I NEVER LET MY ANGER OUT ON YOU. SERIOUSLY.
My dad… he can be such a dick sometimes.
that’s right. i said that.
when we get into arguments, this is what happens:
Dad yells at me:
automatically..
Me: MUST.HOLD.TEARS.IN.
He continues to yell and bitch at me. Then i start balling.
Then he’s like stop crying in mean voice and i’m just like.
Then he thinks he’s so fucking great and goes around saying things that i’m just like:
Then he starts talking in a nice voice and i’m just like:
He leaves my room. I’m like… i must look at this gif to make me laugh and feel better:
I don’t understand why people think they can just ignore me and be okay with it.
I don’t understand why people think lightly of me and continue doing it.
I don’t understand why people think they can hurt me and move along.
I don’t understand why people think don’t understand me.
I don’t understand why people think I’m such a happy person.
I don’t understand why people think I live such a good fucking life.
I don’t understand why people think I like them.
I don’t understand why people think everything I say is mean.
I don’t understand why people think I’m stupid.
I don’t understand why people think I’m invisible.
I don’t understand why people think I’m such a strong person.
I don’t understand why people think they can talk behind my back.
I don’t understand why people think I’m irresponsible.
I don’t understand why people think it’s okay to leave me behind, alone.
I don’t understand why people think I’m being myself.
I don’t understand why people think I’m annoying.
I don’t understand why people think a “It’s okay” means everything is okay.
I don’t understand why people think it’s okay to reveal secrets.
I don’t understand why people think trust is easily gained.
I don’t understand why people think being honest is rude.
I don’t understand why people think a good college equals a good life.
I don’t understand why people think being cool attracts people.
I don’t understand why people think expressing myself is going too overboard.
I don’t understand why people think I’m too loud when I’m just talking.
I don’t understand why people think they can curse at me and think it as a joke.
I don’t understand why people think they can insult me and assume I’ll be fine.
I don’t understand why people think I don’t care.
I don’t understand why people think.
I don’t understand why people.
I don’t understand why.
I don’t understand.
I don’t.
I.
I hate it when people don’t LISTEN to me. I act the same way sometimes but i try to at least look like i care. okay, that sounds fucking messed up. but when people do that all the time i’m just like…
