School: 2+2=4
Homework: 2+4+2=8
Exam: Iqbal has 4 apples, his train is 7 minutes early, calculate the mass of the sun.

#ranting.

If you’re going to sit there, and tell me to not talk to the guy that broke my heart, cause he’s the biggest douchebag in the world and yada yada yada, then you turn around and get all buddy buddy with him, then I have every fucking right to get mad. Because you know damn well that if I was getting super close with one of YOUR exes you’d snap on me like no fucking other.Yet you do so much shit that hurts me, but I let it slide cause you’re my “best friend” but the moment I do ONE thing, that’s not even HALF as bad as the shit you’ve done to me, its the end of the world and you make me feel like shit. I’m tired of your double standard. I love you more then I love myself, but if this bullshit doesn’t stop, I’m going to snap. I can’t do it anymore. I wish you would realize all the shit I take from you.