Due to personal reasons, I’ll be using humor to hide pain.

You misunderstood me. I said I was a “bawler,” not a “baller.” You know, someone who cries a lot.

Sports are better when you have hate in your heart.

I feel like we’re all just angry and horny.

Girl math is crying for two hours and then realizing it wasn’t that deep.

Name a better duo than sad and depressed.

My playlist so bipolar. We either in love, depressed, or gang members.

I don’t get it when people say they are only a “little” angry, I am either not mad or will kill you.

My mood is currently on “shuffle”.

If you have children, you can experience all human emotions before 9 a.m. on Sundays.

You can always gauge my mood by the type of animal videos I share: sweet puppy videos or a cat smacking the shit out of someone.

There is still plenty of room in my heart, but the bouncer has become a little stricter in recent years.

It’s always “you’re so cute when you’re mad,” until the house is on fire.

What do you call it when everything pisses you off but you’re good at not murdering people?

Not to brag but I can chop an onion without crying. And I can cry without chopping an onion.

I call my period Shark week. I want to eat everything, I’m snapping at people, I feel huge, people are scared of me, and there is blood everywhere.

Shout out to all you people out there who get asked if you’re okay a lot even though that’s the only facial expression you have.

I have so many mood swings, I’m basically a swing now.

Girls will be like “it’s fine” and then go and curse your whole bloodline.

If you don’t buy any snacks, you’re proud for a moment and then incredibly sad.