I like whining on tumblr. I actually don’t like whining but I’m good at it. Honestly, most of the time I know I don’t have enough to whine about. Selfish bitch. One day the day will come when my boyfriend realizes he’s too good for me. One day my friends will realize how boring and annoying I am. I’m a high achiever at school, and getting low grades in my best subjects, it isn’t going down well with me. I don’t know what happened. I’m watching mum mum smoke and cough herself closer to cancer every day. I’m watching my used-to-be fit and active grandma slowly die. I watched my grandpa dying and turning into a different person, he was ruined, and I’m about to watch it again. I’m gaining weight by the second. I hate my fucking job, yep, 7am start tomorrow for stacking shelves. I have no time left, to do enough homework or to enjoy myself. I’m broke, and so is my family. Really, I’m healthy and happy enough with better things in my life than others have, I realize that. So why do I feel so shit? I apologize to the people who actually have things to complain about. Love.