Goodnight, I guess?!
proof that The Beatles were sassy motherfuckers
It’s the last weekend of the semester. Normally, these weekends have been my favorite and the most fun in previous semesters. But, this year, with two 10-page papers and four tests coming up, I would prefer to stay in and get work done.
I don’t mind staying in or missing a night out to do work. I do, however, mind when people try to make me feel guilty for doing so. Like it is so crazy I am doing this. I know I am a pushover, but I wish people would respect my choices.
I normally do not mind missing a night out until I see the pictures on social media. Or hear the stories that end with, “Well if you were THERE, or if you CAME, you would get it.” That’s why I hate social media sometimes—because it puts the “best” of your life out there, and makes others feel jealous or sad that their own lives are not as exciting or thrilling.
It does not matter, anyway. With the way I am feeling, no one will really miss me anyway if I am there or not.
Jimmy helping Stephen Colbert live out his Daft Punk dreams!
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YOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS TO LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER
REALLY LOVE THEM. YOU FEEL FOR THEM AND HOLD EMPATHY AND WANT TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER AND JUST WANT TO BE THERE FOR THEM
BUT YOU CAN’T BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT REAL
Do you need a hug?
YES I NEED A HUG I AM EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO FAKE PEOPLE
the most depressing part of the day is watching as the sky gradually gets darker and knowing that you have done absolutely nothing productive