It breaks your heart to see me consume, but it shatters mine to see people follow you. Ask me to be blameless. You ask me to be blameless. You ask me to be blameless, but who are you to decide what’s right? Don’t say another word. Don’t say another word. You’ve crossed the line. Don’t say another word.
i would rather chop all my hair off than go clubbing. there aren’t words in the english language that can properly describe the utmost hatred i have for clubbing. abhorrence is the closest i can think of.
fuck. i hate when my hatred for things precedes me being a decent friend. but i cant bring myself to go clubbing. its just not in me.