Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog - I Cannot Believe My Eyes
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Feelin a good bit better today.
We had a really good talk about stuff last night.
I let him know how much he fucking hurt me and somehow that lifted the fog a little.
We still might try to start over.
Time will tell.
I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I’m useless but not for long
My future is coming on
A look back at some of the best “Jesus Christ Jesse” faces from Breaking Bad.
on a scale from Matilda to Carrie how well do you handle having telekinesis and terrible parents
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
The thing that fucking sucks maybe the most isn’t even how blindsided I was, isn’t even how hurt I am.
It’s the fucking sad look people are gonna give me.
I appreciate the intention of the pity but I fucking hate it too.
I just wanna pretend like painful stuff didn’t happen and move the hell on.
As if it isn’t hard enough to feel hurt you also have to deal with the rigamarole of telling people a bad thing happened and I’ve always hated that maybe the worst.
This is gonna be hard.
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