Whatever. Whenever. Wherever.
Well, there comes a time when you just can’t stop typing. You just have to keep the letters coming. Even if what you are typing doesn’t made any sense at all. Then there’s this person (assuming that somebody reads your post on tumblr) who kept on reading the crappy thing that you made. And I don’t know if he or she realized that she wasted his or her time reading it.
The people around you are not compelled to deal with your fucked up attitude.
because of one thing that you can never do. And that is just to be who you really are.
Or I might be mistaken.