defender: *checks me in the head but doesn’t get called for it*
my brain:
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say it
don’t say ut
me: “COME ON REF!!!!!”
Unpopular opinion: idc if my friends get boo’d up and stop coming around as much. They are experiencing a different part to life, and if that fails I will still always be here when they need me. Bc I don’t take back my word when I say I’m there forever.
It’s like ... you WANT long hair but short hair is so in and trendy rn. But every time you have short hair you want long hair, and when you have long hair you have this wild desire to just CHOP IT ALL OFF. Anyway, have a good day.
I always think about the victims’ parents on these nights. You pour yourself into your child with every bottle in the middle of the night, every hand held crossing the street, every ride to practice, every hug, every laugh, every cry — and then to lose him or her like this. RIP.