Guess what? I know everything you thought I’d never know.
I’m more than done with this week. With everything.
Haim are in Leeds. I’m not. I’m very sad about this.
Note to everyone:
Dont watch The Breakfast Club while drinking and tired. You will cry. A lot.
Doesn’t matter how many times I watch 50/50 its always gonna kill me. But I love it.
My sister comes in my room screaming this morning while I’m still asleep and wakes me up. And my mother yells at me when I told her to get out. Logic? Think I missed something.
So now I’m watching Winnie the Pooh. Fuck em.
Went to see The Family tonight, not even thinking bout the Belle/Henri sex scene.
I’d like to thank every fanfiction writer ever for helping me keep up my poker face during the hottest scene ever. Even though I was DYING.
I’ve died and gone to hell. Then came back to life. And died again. All because of Dianna Elise Agron and The Killers and their wonderful everythings.
Dianna watches Orange is the New Black, Scandal and House of Cards. Soul sister.
I came out to my parents yesterday. Finally.
I thought about it until I had every word I wanted to say planned out completely. And I didn’t use any of them.
My father still hasn’t spoken to me. Its been a day and a half. My mother said that she’d kinda guessed, but I can tell shes processing now too, since shes hardly said anything today. And I have a hangover to top it all off.
I thought telling them I’d feel not so boxed in anymore, like I was hiding myself. But right now, I haven’t felt this lonely in a long time.