I CANNOT EVEN PUT INTO WORDS HOW I AM FEELING AT THIS MOMENT. I CANNOT BELIEVE I WILL BE WATCHING IT AGAIN ON SATURDAY. MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THE HEARTBREAK. MY HEART SIMPLY CANNOT TAKE THE HEART BREAK. I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. I CANNOT I CANNOT I CANNOT.
I know it appears that way, and I want to represent the small little group of us that do not fall under that title. I loved the nineties/early two thousands as much as the next person. Fuck, they were awesome. But does that mean I wasn’t a little shit when I was eleven? Hardly.