If I’m your therapist you better pay my ass.
The thing wrong with most teenagers today is that they look to their friends for help, some friends might actually know what their talking about, but most likely, their like my friends.
And I know my friends are reading this so, hey no offense but you’re all dumbasses. But that’s okay, your a teenager, you defy every law that comes across your path it’s what you do.
Now if you are your friends therapist, or multiple friends therapist, stop.
I want you to think to yourself how many problems you have, now think of ALL of your friends problems. Think how much they help you.. and if your like me then it will be little to none. Because I deal with my shit like a boss. Or another way to put it, I see the problem, I solve the problem.
Now If you ball up your problems, its pretty good sized
if you ball up your friends shit about her boyfriend, dead dog, grades, and all the parties she wasn’t invited to because let’s face it she’s a drama queen, and add that to your ball…
well congrats you now have two bal… wait -___-
you now have a giant bal… -___- dammit
you have a lot of problems that don’t concern you, let alone have anything to do with you (challenge won on my part, just sayin’).
See recently I’ve decided, I ain’t gettin paid to listen to your shit and we aren’t married. So if you aren’t getting paid or married to your friend thats dumping thier problems on you… then take their ball and throw it at them..
but don’t leave it at that… make sure it hits them in the tits.. or nuts..
because they aren’t good friends if they don’t laugh with you, and only cause you grief.
Now do your work, don’t be stupid.