You see, when a guy shows an unreciprocated interest in me, I get this feeling like I am doing something terribly wrong, so I ignore what my heart is screaming at me, take a deep breath, and go out with him. Inevitably, and in no time at all, our little relationship crashes and burns.
If he’s still listening to Pitbull, he’s probably still wearing Abercrombie too. And popping the collar.
Some songs are for dancing and others are for crying. Some songs help you lose yourself, transcending you into an alternate reality while all your troubles fall away.
We are friends now, sort of. I don’t think it’s doing me any good.
DO reconsider the choice to record the whole show on your smart phone. As nice as it is to have something in which to remember it by, your real memory will be more vivid if you watch it through your eyes and not your screen.