I don’t know why I love her so much. But, I do. So freaking much. It might be our shared love of Quentin Tarantino. I just want us to be best friends so that I can be her apprehensive, self-loathing, pessimistic counter part that she’s constantly trying to cheer up and make-over. It would be… fun.
People have such mean things to say about her… but I have a bit of respect for people who can find the joy in life and be constantly happy. I can’t. I’m a morose mother fucker.