Well that doesn’t mean I’m dead. I’m right across the street.
Thanks for replacing me.
Again. Like everyone else.
I need a boyfriend.
I’m not going to “feel better” about this. I’m upset. I had my dream sitting in the palm of my hands and its just been taken away and stomped on.
I wont “just get over it”.
Because there wont “be another opportunity”.
I wont get to do this again. Its now or never.
And apparently its never.
So I’m going to be upset for awhile. I’m going to keep to myself. I’m going to cry about it.
Deal. With. It.