I’m reblogging this duck because it’s cute and it makes me happy.
Fuck the system.
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Why is everything suddenly all about you?
I wanted so badly to talk to you about my day. How exciting it was, how stressful it was and how nervous it made me. I wanted to tell you about all the people that came. All the money I made. How much fun I had. A few months ago, you would have cared.
But now you dont. Instead of asking me how it went or how I’m doing, your reply to “I’m exhausted.” was
“who’re you telling. I have spent most of it drinking with the class above me.”
Oh no no. Fuck you. Don’t try to tell me that you’re so exhausted. Drinking? Wow. Such a fucking productive night, yeah? I’m sure drinking is exhausting. I’m sure you’ve been the center of attention all day. I’m sure you’ve had to entertain and keep over 80 people busy. I’m sure you’ve been on your feet all day. I’m sure you’ve been totally overwhelmed and stressed out all day like I have.
I’m sure you’re far more exhausted than I am.
Asshole.