My boyfriend and my family were supposed to pick me up at 11am at the bus station.
But they didn’t.
In fact, they are not going to be here until 2pm.
So now I’m sitting for the next 2 hours„alone, in the mall, broke, waiting on Easter weekend for my fucking fucktards of parental units to show up.
(But really I love them)
But I’m just really pissed at them. I woke up at 6am after leaving the fucking Visual Arts Graduation Party for this, had 4 hours of sleep, and rode a bus for 3 hours. And this is the effort I see from them: “ohh, we have time to not wake up”.