CHAPTER EIGHT OF MY FIC IS UPPPPPPPP And Theres An Announcment Aswell Lol Mb

oh how jealous i am of people with money.

its not even the people that have a lot of money, y'know like celebrities or the top 1% (fuck yall) or lawyers and doctors, not them.

but the people, the regular people, like me that's family have money. that have bathrooms in all five of their bedrooms. that have a pool in their backyard. that have every single kitchen appliance known to man. that shop at lululemon and brandy melville and hollister and h&m. that go on two yearly trips.

the people who grew up never seeing their parents worry about money. that never had to hear, "we need money for other things," or "y'know we can't buy that," or "maybe later." never had to not ask for something because you saw how much it cost. never had to beg their parents for $50 to hang out with friends instead of $20.

im friends with those people, that have money. and everytime i go to their house, i feel disgusting. its not that we don't have money, it's that they have so much more of it. and it's evident in everything about them. their clothes, their shoes, their hair, their skin, their makeup, their phone. their house, their room, their bed, their bathroom.

god, im so jealous.

what's my biggest fear? why, thank you for asking.

one day realizing that i don't remember the names of the girls i sit with at lunch. one day realizing i don't remember the names of the kids in my classes. one day realizing i don't remember what my friends really looked like. realizing i don't remember their favorite colours. or where they're from. or what their favorite class is. who their favorite teacher is.

realizing i don't know where the girls i sit with at lunch are right now. if they've had kids. if they've gotten married. what they're studying. what they studied. what they're job is. if they've traveled. if they've left the country. if they've moved streets or towns or counties or states.

realizing that time has drawn us apart. currently we are an interwoven thread, every single one of us so much of the other, every single one of the other so much of us, but in 5 years or 10 or 15 - we might be strangers. realizing that time had strung us together, made us all so important to one another, just to pull us apart slowly. to make us memories. photographs. old texts. saved snapchats. journal entries.

my biggest fear is time - pulling me along a path that i have absolutely no choice but to follow. no choice to stop and change. what i do, i do. what i did, i did.

ITS OUR TIME TO SHINEEE BITCH SO GO SHINEEE!!!!!

i know things suck right now for a whole lot of people but you guys are seen and heard and loved, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!! BE MOTHERFUCKING PROUD!!!!!!

yknow college rory may have been stupid but them fits? ate DOWNNNN

i dont think ill ever not be angry. genuinely. there's so many things that i wish were different, that i wish didn't happen, wish didn't exist - and i cant do anything about it.

im angry for the planet that is literally dying minute by minute and im angry for the women that are constantly oppressed all over the world and im angry for the animals that are losing their homes because of humans and im angry for the people that go home and have to genuinely decide whether their money is gonna go towards buying food or going to the doctor and im angry for the animals that are losing their lives or going extinct because of humans and im angry for the people that have lost their history or their land or their culture or their language or their way of life because of humans and im angry for the children that are dying all over the world because people dont know how to disagree without starting wars and im angry for the people that cant love who they want to love because of where they live and im angry for the people that hate the situation theyre in so much that they feel the only option is to kill themselves.

and thats all on a global scale, theres so much on a personal level that im angry for too.

im angry for my mother for the life she lives and im angry at my father for the way he chooses to live and im angry for my friend that's never been able to trust a boy without getting hurt and im angry for my other friend that feels the need to seek validation from a guy and im angry for my neighbor who's a mom of two kids and their father doesn't have a job and is always drinking and im angry for the kid down the street who is constantly and i mean constantly avoiding being in his house even when its so hot it feels like the earth has moved miles upon miles closer to the sun because his house is always loud and im angry for my friend who had to be in a class with their rapist and the administration did nothing about it.

and im angry for me because i really really dont think this'll ever change, there's so much for me to be angry about, and i dont like feeling angry because it reminds me of my father and im already too much alike him, but i dont think i can do anything about this anger, and im angry that i cant do anything about it.

what she said. i can't believe they even really went through with it. this is so stupid.

its up!!! i hope yall like it, and leave a comment!

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tfw your fyp turns into stranger things edits and compilations and bloopers again and you realize that this is the last time it'll happen.

im so sorry for not updating my fic in like two weeks😭😭 im doing my best to get the new chapter out by tmrw fs, and it's gonna be extra long for the wait!!

if you're new here, and want to read my fic - the link to my ao3 is on my introduction post. it's a maze runner fic - the classic, girl in the glade. id loveee it if you read it, and id love it more if you'd leave a comment!!

i can't believe that some people DONT like dogs like wtf you sicko get tf away from me

Spending adult money correctly