Go take a look in the mirror yourself would you? Maybe that is why I dislike you so much: because you are so full of shit wanting to believe you’re different. Why don’t you go outside and breathe and be happy. According to you and your definition of ‘real problems’ you don’t have any either. News flash kiddo: life is never going to be easy and you aren’t the only one with a fucked up life. We all have sob stories every single one of us and you are no one to tell anyone that their problems aren’t real. I wonder if you realize you are who you hate; you’re a whiny self absorbed attention craving teenager that doesn’t have a fucking clue. You’re going to grow up to be a self absorbed pretentious adult who thinks that their shit doesn’t stink because they have childhood issues to blame it on. Get over yourself?
