Jacobsdeception wrote:
The most well adjusted kids I knew growing up were all farm boys. They got up at the *** crack of dawn to fondle cows or feed the goats or whateverthef'uck it was that they did, went to school, then went home and busted their hump until dark.
Knowing BT as we all do, this makes no sense.
My sister was the only one of us given to emofits. My mother would give her about a half-day to dress in black, turn off the lights and blast Morrissey or whatever, then she'd pick the lock, bust in with something new in a bright color and tell her to brush her hair, open the windows and get over it. Venting was fine, but eventually, you had to get over it.