It drives me absolutely insane beacuse you are TOO nice. I didn’t think it was possible until I started folloing you. I mean, I have nothing against being a kind, good-hearted person but don’t you ever just want to get drunk out of your mind? Kiss a bunch of dudes? Jump in that lake you love so much in nothing but your birthday suit? Punch someone annoying? Are you even living? You’re just so un-exciting and you need to find spontaneity. Something. Anything. Life is not meant to be wasted on reading books and blogging about things no one reads but somehow it’s enough for you. Unfortunately it isn’t enough for me and I definitely don’t want to come onto tumblr and read about your sad life.
