A friend of mine tagged me in something sweet and fond about music and college on Facebook. I miss her and the time we spent living in the dorm together, so after a few weeks because I really loathe Facebook, I logged in today to reply to it.
Things I also found:
My fucking dad tried to recruit my goddamn German teacher from my senior year in highschool to make me talk to him. Twice.
A message from my step-dad’s now dead mother. Whoops.
My fucking abusive evil step-mother inviting me to play a game called ‘Thug Life’.
Why do you still have it, Lady?
Because of people like my college roommate, who said a sweet thing after so long and doesn’t have somewhere to contact me otherwise.
But oh god, I need to just scrape up the contact info for everyone I actually give a fuck about on there and then burn the motherfucker to the ground. What a fucking nightmare.
