everythingiswaitingforme:

Text post Pappas tonight.

I would just like to thank my insecurities for all the sleepless nights.

My nerves for fucking me up when I need them to.

My cynicism for keeping me sane.

My work ethic for being what it is and making me feel shitty about myself.

My charisma for being like my work ethic: gets things going, but once it gets going, it slows down just as quickly. 

What are you looking at, Joanne? It’s my charisma, huh? Well stop staring at my charisma.