What the.
♥Monday, November 16, 2009.
I am so bloody pissed.
So I am freaking dependent on you, just because you refuse to let me iron my own clothes. Excuse me. How many times do you want me to tell you to stop treating me like a kid? Fine, I'm sorry for talking back. But I'm not some punchbag that you can scold and not retaliate.
Damn.
|| At 6:34 AM, Jocelyn thought so.♥ ||