"Don't do sadness, so been there".

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I hate being crazy.

I hate that my psychologist AGREES that I'm crazy.

But do you want to know the worst part of all of this?

I only find solace in one man, and that's Moritz.
Rather, the entire soundtrack to Spring Awakening.
All I want to do is cuddle him and make him feel better and have him go, "Damniiiit" in that way when I excite him or whatever.

Anna and I have decided that we're going to Build-A-Bear to make a Moritz doll so we can cuddle him all the time.

Yeah.
That's how bad it is.

THANK YOU SPRING AWAKENING.
THANKS.