I was gonna say that the fact that I looked just fcuking drop-dead sexy and cooler than you could possibly imagine in one of my new totally sketchy shirts tonight made all that not knowing worth it. But I would have been lying. I would really rather know. To be honest with you (and don’t think that I haven’t always been honest with you), I would rather know than not know. Any day of the week.
Sometimes it must be as painful to read this crap as it is to write it. You might think that. But, as usual, you’d be incorrect.
It couldn’t be.
Because you can’t know what it feels like to write it.
and yes, I know that I can’t know what it feels like to read it. that’s not the point dammit.