I hate spoiled people ok.
Like I usually don’t say hate a lot.
But I hate them.
I had a friend and she literally got everything she wanted.
And ONE TIME. Just ONCE.
Her mom didn’t want to take her to California for her birthday and she had a cow I mean she was moping for days saying “Ugh I have such a hard life. I hate life.” Like um, excuse you? Oh, YOU live a hard life? Oh I am so sorry you didn’t get to go to California for a week. But, did I mention my sister is disabled, so that restricts me from a lot of stuff I can/can’t do sometimes? Or how about the time I had 15 people living in a 4 bed room house? And the few times I actually get concert tickets, I have to do chores to make up for it? Where as you ask for them and you get front row seats and all the merch the merch guy has. I am soo sorry you didn’t get to stay in a four star hotel in California or get backstage passes to meet your favorite artist.
But, putting this in the nicest way possible.
I hope reality hits you in the face with a chair.
You need it.