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Stages of being a fangirl over a period of time
I was killing myself last night trying to remember all the Ninja Turtles’ names.
Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo..
And I was 100% certain the one I was forgetting wasn’t Donatello.
But it was.
Being true to yourself apparently also comes with having to put up with people trying to tell you that you’re living your life wrong.
How can it be wrong if I’m finally happy with who I am?
Everyone cries about the people they like.
Or the people they miss.
…all the guys I have ever liked were completely straight. I can’t talk to them again because it was just awkward when I knew them. And I never had a chance so I already had my sad days laying in bed wishing they were there but that’s like wishing for a second leg of the Femme Fatale tour.. it’s not gonna happen so no sense crying over it.
This girl always talks about all the fun cool stuff she does at Disneyland.
All the time.
It’s like she lives there..
But I had to unfollow her because it’s making me jealous as hell.
story of my blog.
*le posting random stuff*
hmm. Blog feels a little.. off today.
*le starts posting spam of Britney pics*
All better.
