on a friday night
everyone else: "we gon partay
"
me: "wahey a night of tumblr and crying to myself"
either i
- dont have enough followers to get hate
or i
- am perfect and therefore yall dont have anything to complain about
Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
Me, after working out several days in a row: ""Why would I ever NOT work out?"
"
Me, after one day of rest: ""Why would anyone work out EVER?""
Me, after one day of rest: ""Why would anyone work out EVER?""
