before you date a girl with a mental illness, remember: saying, “you’re beautiful” won’t balance the chemicals in her brain.
and don’t fucking say, “i’ll be here for you, no matter what,” if you don’t mean it.
don’t think you’re fixing her by saying, “i love you.” because you’re not
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“I was 12 years old when I told my parents I was gonna be a rock star. They said, ‘That’s nice, honey.’ When I was 16 they said, ‘You gotta give up the band and start studying, have something to fall back on.’ To fall back on something sounds like giving up right away. Fuck that. I dropped out of school for six months, but I went back ‘cause I missed my friends. But I didn’t take any [real] classes, I went to, like, woodshop and debate, and those were the only classes I passed in two years. I remember we did some sort of exercise in social studies where you had to pick a career and follow it through and set your early income, and what you had to do, and what you had to own and all of that. I was given mine back by the teacher and told ‘Rock Star’ was not a realistic undertaking. He said only one in a million can be ‘the one,’ and I said, ‘I’m fucking that one!’ I didn’t understand why I couldn’t be. Everybody was always telling me I could be anything I wanted to be, and I believed that. When Alice In Chains packed out the Central Tavern two nights in a row, that’s when I was completely satisfied. That’s when my dreams came true. In Seattle, I was a rock star! Record companies started coming around. But I had never even thought about that. It was enough to be a star in Seattle. Playing stadiums just puts you in a daze. Playing someplace like the Crocodile again is more like it. You’re connected again. It’s real.”
“Fuck yeah I will romanticize myself.”
trying to make time-sensitive plans with someone who doesn’t text back quickly