The series finale of Glee is tomorrow. Two hours of me crying and heavily breathing.
This show has legit been a big part of my life and now I'm going to lose it.
Like I seriously might have to take a break from the Internet the day after. Maybe. It depends on how good and sad it is. I won't be able to control myself.
That conflicting feeling when someone that normally says dumb as hell ignorant things actually manages to have a cohesive thought for once and you agree with them
I'm pissed at myself for bailing on my friends today because I didn't want to get out of bed. I'm the worst.
I'm beginning to realize I'm a lot more unreliable and irresponsible than I ever thought. I'm just too much of a free spirit to adhere to plans and deadlines, I guess. ~~~
