TIHIF (The WORST)

This is how I feel after 2 hours of family photos:

This is how I feel answering all my e-mail on Sunday evening:

This is how I feel after a huge meal and the waiter asks if I want dessert:

Sometimes this is how I feel when I try and get a boy to like me:

This is how I feel when a professor asks us to work as a team:

This is how I feel when I walk around late at night without a boy:

This is how I feel every time Michael says “You are literally the worst kind of person!”: