"Bobby what's wrong? Why are you always angry?"
"Mother dear, do you not REALISE THAT JET FUEL CAN NOT MELT STEEL BEAMS?! IT'S A CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!"
when i was twelve i had just moved to evanston (a suburb of chicago) and i hated it. i had lived in chicago until then, and had known everyone for half my life. at my new school we had a project every week and there was too much pressure adjusting. i cried for a half hour alone in my room in the dark. if i could take all my sadness and rage at that time, and turn it into money, i still wouldn't be able to pay off student loans. i noticed how much the world sucked at twelve. also, student loans suck.
"Mother dear, do you not REALISE THAT JET FUEL CAN NOT MELT STEEL BEAMS?! IT'S A CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!"