Why do people say “nice to meet you” before I’ve even said anything? How do you know it’s nice to meet me? I’m an asshole.
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
Painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk
Every time you talk about a place and then say “I’ll take you there some day,” my heart beams a little brighter
pre-party