I’m absolutely done. Who falls asleep in the middle of a disagreement. I’m Sooo mad that i could care less about the soon to be distance right now. Like i want you as far away from me as possible. Everytime i just stop talking not will to get into it, im the one not being a fucking adult, but then you go say something like ” your embarrassing me in-front of stupid fucks that dont matter” OR “your pretentious for having a prefences cause just because you’ve seen more movies means that it is intristically better, lets not mention how cheap it is to see a movie in comparison to plays- no! Your just a fucking prick because not only do you think that movies arent better than plays BUT you also think that orginal ideas can be appreciated from its birth”.
And i wont be the adult beacuse im just so fucking angry that you get up on your high horse numbers and facts that your completely ignorant to the artistic side of things, *usually. Guess thats the beauty of just being academically inclined such as your self. My pretencious ideas are so gruesome, i dont even… No, i cant comprehend how the fuck you deal with me, *usually. It must be so FUCKING HARD. Its like you’re your like your brother dating a baby.
How do you even cope? Well good fucking night. Im done ranting.