Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
This is the first time in a while that my friends have come see one if my performances, and I can’t even be fucking grateful that they came because I feel like I forced them into coming.
Cries because finals week and a 75 in history. I need to get an 88 to bring my grade up to a B.
I have a great knack for horrible timing and making people feel uncomfortable I am a grade quadruple-A douchebag hits head repetitively against a wall.
The Glee fandom can empathize with what you’re going through, and we’re here for you.
Have you ever sat with your friends and just known that you’re the least important friend in the group and you felt like it wouldn’t make a difference if you were there or not