I have no idea what I'm doing. No idea.
If we’re friends, there’s a 106% chance that I’m always petrified that you secretly hate me.
the absolute worst feeling comes from being on the phone with a friend and they start to cry and all you want to do is give them a hug but you live nowhere near them
as far as i can tell from my dash there’s some sort of gay musical olympics going on that only europe was invited to