In which I start to consider listening to all of my mother’s lectures about “being more normal so guys won’t be afraid of me”
but then realize that becoming a basic bitch is a far worse fate than dying alone
In which I start to consider listening to all of my mother’s lectures about “being more normal so guys won’t be afraid of me”
but then realize that becoming a basic bitch is a far worse fate than dying alone
At least I’m not the only one.