There is that specific moment in every gay boy's life when he knows his emotions are getting the best of him...when he's listening to the Wicked soundtrack.
Not only is he listening, he's belting along. He's probably crying too, but he can't tell because he's in the shower washing his feelings down the drain.
The old saying has always been "it's lonely at the top" but SHIT I'm not even close to the middle and I'm already wondering what the hell is going on. Listen America, I'm not trying to be emo here, but I think you can all agree
men suck. Hell, I'm not even going to call them men, these are boys. And do you know which boys are the worst?
The actors.
How do I know? BECAUSE I AM ONE, and I'm no peach either. The difference is: when I give you a ring and we move across the country from each other, my "I love you" BBMs are MEANINGFUL. The least you could do is clue me in when you're dating somebody else because that's just common Facebook etiquette. I bet you carried his bags (btw if he tipped you well all is forgiven. Baby's gotta pay the bills).
Listen readers, I'm not trying to blast anybody on the internet here...that's tacky...and I consider myself more ostentatious than tacky. Still, I've been told 5 times in my life "you're the kind of guy I want to spend the rest of my life with". I guess I should have been tipped off when I heard kind of guy.
Do you know what the scariest part is? It is incredibly easy to delete somebody from your life. A few untags, a block, an unfollow, an ignore-future-invites plus the willpower to un-memorize a cell number and you're free.
Yeah, free to find another asshole.
It's like holding a mirror up to a mirror.
But hey, I'm the one sitting at my parents house.
George Washington better be a babe.
COMING MOM! JESUS,
TJB: Making It
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