*thinks about the future for three seconds*
*has a mental breakdown that lasts three weeks*
I don’t have sob stories like all of you. I could sit here and complain how our mom liked Zuko more than me. But I don’t really care. My own mother thought I was a monster… She was right of course, but it still hurt.
I hate it when you’ve been really on edge for a while and then you have a breakdown over a little thing and everyone thinks that you’re getting super upset about not washing your hair
when guys are dressed in suits and they unbutton the top of their shirt and they undo their bowtie but keep it hanging under their collar and maybe they roll up their sleeves a bit and their hair is all disheveled and