I never even thought of this as something I wanted until now. I want someone who loves watching Disney movies with me. He’d understand that sometimes I can’t help crying about the fictional tragedies on the screen. He wouldn’t mind that I like to sing along. Sometimes loudly and poorly. And sometimes perfectly. Because he’d sing along with me. Even if he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. We’d laugh about the puns and how our voices cracked at certain points.
Seems simple enough.
In addition to drowning my sorrows in meaningless sex, I will also spend this time contemplating how I can make Bo Burnham belong to me.
I don’t understand how you can have everything I want, and still have the nerve to look so fucking unhappy. You are the worst. I can’t even have my friend because of you and you still have your best miserable bitchface on.
It would be nice to have even half as much faith in myself as I have in my friends.
For now, I just have to get ahold of myself. I used to care about things. There was a time when I’d go out and do things. There is a right time and place for everything. Luckily for me, I do have an idea of that correct window. Now all that is left to do is wait. Ever so patiently.
If I start drinking now, I can be drunk for an early bedtime…
It can’t hurt always
I wish you would make it stop
Cannot catch my breath
It is never safe to assume anything. Ever.
And in that moment, looking in his eyes, she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer. She had to say it, no matter what the consequences. Even if she was right, and it was crazy, she loved him.