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Two things have been bothering me the past couple of days so I'm going to vent.

The first is all the Instagram pictures with girls wearing You Can't Sit With Us t-shirts. Do we not have enough mean girls and bullies in the world that we find the need to have a mean girl t-shirt too. Someone please explain to me the purpose of these shirts because I don't get it, and I don't like them!

Second on my list - people that refuse to fix themselves but insist on making everyone around them miserable. Here's my thought. If you want to be unhappy and complain about everything everyday - live alone and don't communicate with anyone. I guess I should rephrase that. Don't communicate with me. I know the old saying misery likes company, but I don't want that kind of company. I can't stand the placing blame on others when they're the ones that are creating all the chaos and negativity. I realize that everyone has unhappy moments, but there's a difference between having a bout of unhappiness and habitually being unhappy. I just don't have patience for it. Learn to love yourself and get happy!

Now that I have that off my chest I can happily go on with my day.

Peace, Love & Hugs!


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