I’m April Ludgate, I’m bored out of my mind and there’s nothing you can do about it.
I have no interest in caring about a lot of the things that people care about.
I’m not indifferent, I just genuinely don’t care.
I’m like a feral animal, I’m happiest when I’m left alone.
I’m on a never-ending quest to find the perfect level of not caring.
I don’t get excited about things, but if I did, this would be an occasion for it.
I’m not sarcastic, I’m just very realistic.
I have an irrational fear of happiness.
Emotions are confusing and stupid.
I’m not miserable, I just have a naturally deadpan expression.
I pretend I don’t care, but deep down, I really don’t care.
I don’t need a reason to be sad, it just comes naturally.
My hobbies include avoiding people and contemplating the futility of existence.
I’m like a black hole of enthusiasm.
Don’t mistake my apathy for laziness, I just don’t care enough to do anything.
If I had a spirit animal, it would be a grumpy cat.
I’m not a people person, I’m a people-not-person.
I don’t have a bucket list, I have a fuck-it list.
I have a talent for making people uncomfortable, it’s like a superpower.
I’m like the epitome of unimpressed.
The world would be a much better place if we just stopped caring about everything.
April Ludgate Quotes part 2
I’m not anti-social, I’m selectively social.
I don’t need your approval, I have my own judgmental eyes.
I’m allergic to mornings and human interaction.
I’m like a self-sustaining sarcasm machine.
I’m not a pessimist, I’m just well-prepared for disappointment.
I thrive in the chaos of my own mind.
I’m not afraid of commitment, I’m just afraid of being bored.
My resting bitch face is just my default setting.
I’m not a cynic, I’m a realist with a dark sense of humor.
I’m practically an expert at avoiding responsibilities.
I choose to see the world through permanently half-closed eyes.
I’m an enigma wrapped in sarcasm.
I don’t need a silver lining, I have a dark cloud.
I prefer whispered insults over loud compliments.
I’m like a walking contradiction, wrapped in mystery, marinated in sarcasm.
I don’t need a reason to be miserable, it’s my default state of being.
I don’t do small talk, I prefer big awkward silences.
I’m not antisocial, I just prefer the company of my own thoughts.
I’m not a morning person, I’m not even a person in the morning.
I’m allergic to emotions that require effort.
I’m not a people pleaser, I’m a people displeaser.
I don’t have unrealistic expectations, I have unimpressed expectations.
I’m not negative, I’m just highly skilled at finding flaws.
I don’t need a happy ending, I’ll settle for a sarcastic one.
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