My mom’s excessive use of hyperboles led me to believe that everyone who is currently breathing wants to kidnap/kill me and that the world is a dangerous and super shitty place.
Over time, I realized that only some people want to kill me, and the world is kinda shitty.
Thanks, mom, for corrupting my views on life.
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eternal-era-twilight-former said: Yeah, I don’t listen to something unless someone is able to give me proof to it.
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