thanks for forgetting it was my birthday
Gosh I miss you.
It’s been forever since I’ve last seen you!
When I think of you, I can only imagine the things we used to stay up late talking about.
I get giddy with so much excitement,
Can you imagine the things we’d talk about now?
More than likely, none of these things, but college.
Truth is, I’m scared of college.
I’m scared I’ll fail or I’ve found the wrong major or just.
Turning into an adult is a scary transition.
It’s like, all of a sudden, there are these cultural standards where you turn into an infant and magically, all in one minute, a hairy, smelly, sexual, adult.
I think I’ll always end up being a kid though, no matter how mature my face gets or where my hair falls out or what moles have to be taken off.
When will the next time be when I last see you?
- DAMN INTELLIGENT
- VALUABLE AS HELL AND NOT THE LEAST BIT WORTHLESS
- SUPER FUCKING LOVED
- EXTREMELY GOD DAMN INTERESTING
- NOT TO MENTION A HOT PIECE OF ASS
I’m reblogging this because it’s an awesome message, BUT ALSO BECAUSE I HOVERED OVER IT
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