He is so mature that I wanna claw his eyes out of it’s sockets and punch his throat countless times until he can never speak again, ever. Seriously, my fingers are getting itchy to be wrapped around his precious little bald head to start the brawl of death aka “Hunger Games ala Inabore Residence as the substitution for Panem”.
I seriously hate being the oldest child. Yes, you get to enjoy the cuteness of the youngsters but that’s all. Them being cute and cuddly and all adorbs only lasts until you think they are. When they are already old enough to go from biting your finger with their rabbit teeth while going boo boo dada to gnawing your head off until you go gaga, that’s when you’ll realize that being the oldest can cost you some of your hair strands because pulling your own hair due to frustration is inevitable. That’s why I hate it when I try to tell my mom my worries (aka crazy thoughts) and she’ll tell me to be more patient instead because, same old story, “You are the oldest.”. KAMONNAMANMAME. Where can I buy that patience? Do they sell it with extra whip cream and sprinkles on top? I really wanna have some because I am seriously losing my shit and all that marbles. I’m not planning to die early, okay? I am barely 20 but I swear I am getting older faster because of too much facepalming (plus some chewing of the cheeks inside your mouth to snap yourself sane).
taking a photo of yourself everyday boosts your confidence up. I mean, I don’t cringe anymore whenever I see myself on solo shots. It’s an improvement. XD