Recently, bearfriend’s stepdad and mom gave him a letter about how he was a failure in life, and in it, he listed me as a failure.
He talked about how I didn’t have an apartment to my name, and that I wasn’t willing to live together with bearfriend.
Here’s my 2 cents on the situation:
*teacher hands you test*
“sorry I’m not interested”
A kid actually said this to me.
I said to her, “I’m not asking if you’re interested; I’m not a waiter and this isn’t a restaurant. This is a test and this is a class and you’re a student so you’re going to do it.”
She rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.
I said to her, “I feel no pity.”
Note: She’s one of those kids you know is gonna turn into a b-word when she grows up.