I actually hate you a lot right now, so please leave me alone and figure out your own shit because you’ve already made your priorities clear. I just want to mingle and dance with someone and listen to those silly, sweet, romantic indie songs and be satisfied with things because you sure as hell are lacking. We are nothing right now.
R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me
