I see how it is. Rihanna can wear a shiny, completely transparent dress in public and everyone loves it, but when I did it, I was “wasting saran wrap” and “ruining Easter, Daniel.”
When the end credits roll during the final episode of Glee, my crying will be heard from space.
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
As upset and as angry as I am, I still miss you.
Do you know how fucking pathetic that makes me feel?
-10:00pm thoughts (via c-oquetry)