My friend reallllly needs to get over herself. She’s always complaining about how her mom’s a b**ch, and how her dad beats her. Big whoop. If you do something wrong, parents are supposed to beat you. Just because your mom doesn’t give you money for a frickin’ field trip gives you no right to call her a b**ch. I wish I could still talk to MY mom. I wish my dad wasn’t too busy making babies with random women on the street. But no, you can’t be grateful for what you have. You live in a beautiful house with family who loves you. I live with a step mom who sees me as a nuisance. You’ve always lived in a house. For two and a half years of my life, I lived in a shelter.

Stop with the self-pity princess. It won’t get you anywhere.