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Why are you here?
7.24.2017
I don’t want to do this.
I could write 500 words on how much I vehemently do not want to do this.
In fact I think I will spend the next 467 words telling you how much I do not want to do this. Congratulations on your bullshit degree in psychology. I seriously mean that. Because you studied how Freud thinks boys want to hook up with their mom you have the right to charge idiots like me hundreds of dollars to tell me what I already know, I’m fucked up.
Have you ever done something that makes you miserable just so someone else can feel okay? I just want to clarify that the only reason I am doing this bullshit is because my mom made me and I would do anything for her. People are funny that way, take funerals for example. Funerals are not for the grieving family. They’re so everyone else can feel like they’re doing something to help. If funerals were for the grieving family they would be private. We wouldn’t have to stress about the 300 pounds of food that wont fit in the fridge. Because instead of taking care of myself and my cousins I now have to drive 5 pounds of barbecue to the local homeless shelter and throw the rest away. Do you really think that a family can eat 5 pounds of barbecue after they just watched their loved one die. Do you think I can eat anything?
I hate barbecue now. And even though they were trying to help, I hate them a little bit to. They get to go to bed without a guilty conscious because they brought me 5 pounds of barbecue. You have no clue.
I went over my 500 words.
I guess you and barbecue really piss me off.
