“Isn’t it strange how it all happens? All my life I’d dreamt about the bright lights, the big city. You know, they tell you it’s going to be glamorous, and they tell you that you have everything, and no one tells you how lonely it’s going to be, and they don’t tell you, when you’re twirling in font of the mirror as a child, what the papers are going to say about you someday. ‘Cause they don’t tell you they’re building you up just to try and knock you down. But they haven’t yet.”
Tomorrow is Monday (ew), I work (ew), Tuesday, I work, Wednesday, I work, Thursday… I work. Friday, I do NOT work, I go see my best friend, Taylor Swift sing at her show The Red Tour. Saturday, I go see my best friend again, you got it, Taylor Swift at the Red Tour.