I'm awake for two reasons.

One, because like I said earlier, I’m stalking other people’s Bonnaroo pictures and crying.

But mainly, it’s reason number two; I’m at my friend’s house, and we have to share a bed. Nbd, except she sleeps with her 200lb, stank-breathed pit bull.

Don’t get me wrong, very sweet animal, but I can’t fade it, bruh. I was raised to think that animals are for the outside, people are for the inside.

My friend is already asleep, but I’m just like “…nah. I’ll stay up looking at shit on Tumblr”.