The year is 2540, a student in history class notices something off about his textbook. “How come these textbooks skip the years 1990 through 1999?” The teacher puts his air-marker down on the table, lowers his head, and sighs. “Because…” he lifts his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek, “… only 90’s kids remember the 90’s”
I deal with your shit because I care.
If I didn’t, I would of walked out of your life. You need to start realizing the people who actually care to stay around & deal with you. Seriously, appreciate everything. Even if it’s little.