Get the satin and roses ready. Be at the river at dawn and prepare your best love song. I seriously want to die right now after the humiliation I got put through tonight. Practiced that fucking song for 3 weeks or longer and I got up on stage, nervous as all Hell and I went without lyrics for once and Goethe first time with confidence only for you and your little friends to completely destroy it. Ran to the hallway afterwards crying. Don’t even try to apologize. I don’t want it. Just make sure you leave me good words at my funeral. Ugh.








