I think ryan murphy is trying to kill me. Like I am making such primal, foreign sounds and my roommates are worried. I. am. Paralyzed.
So my show that was a month away is no more. And I bought my ticket on stubhub so that means my $150 is gone.
My fave is taking steps to getting better. She will be writing some REALLY good music, because when an artist is in pain (physical and/or emotional) they create their best works. You know this bitch is going to come back with a VENGEANCE.
So you can be sad for today. Be pissed that your show got cancelled; that you never got to see the BTWB. But by tomorrow your bitch ass better be over it because this woman is about to go through surgery and she has much more to worry about than pissed off fans.
Today, and everyday from now until Spring semester I will be kicking my own ass just so I can study abroad. England. By myself. Away from Florida. It all sounds way too good to be true. I was talking to my mom and I said “I hope it works out” She said something that really resonated with me. She said, “You hope?! YOU have to make it work out. You have to make your own opportunities” Oh mother, Y U SO WISE?!