Honey, keep your head up. They’re FRAT GUYS. They’re more ran through than cocaine at a 1977 disco. They’re boys that will eventually marry women they hate, have kids they never wanted, and bald extremely early and spend the rest of their years sharing the same old stories of their “glory days” until they inevitably get left in a nursing home to die alone. They have nothing in life except temporary popularity, which will eventually lead to the depression of a 9-5 and beer belly by 31
I’m just minding my own business when they showed up, I was walking on the side of the road and they swerved very close to hitting me. I’ve already been struggling with confidence in my appearance, I’m slightly overweight and have been trying for years to try to lose weight with no success. I hate my fat and large thighs and round face. Fuck why can’t I be pretty now I’m in my dorm about to cry. I don’t even want to meet up with my friends anymore