i feel like a crazy person for making this

I had a dream last night that I met @therealjacksepticeye? I was at some concert and there were rumors Sean was there but I decided I wasn’t going see him cause I have shit luck, and as a result, I didn’t bother looking.

But next thing I know I see that cute Irish goof standing in a crowd, his green hair shouting, “I am Sean!” So of course I walked up to him and said hello. My first thought when I saw him was that he was much taller than I had anticipated. We greeted each other kindly and after I asked for a hug, a bit hesitant cause i didnt want to make him uncomfortable or push my luck.

But no, he gladly pulled me into the tightest, warmest, most comforting hug I had ever felt. And we stayed like that for a long time and it just felt so friendly and heart warming. The perfect embrace. After the hug I do believe I thanked him for all his videos had done for me and such, wanting him to know exactly how thankful I was for his existence.

It was such a kind dream honestly. No idolizing, no awkwardness, no bullshit. Just a warm, fun environment that conjured up a warm, fun encounter.

I may never meet you in real life, Sean, but thats alright. It was still grand to see you, even if it was just a dream. If im honest, it was perfect to say the least.

I always got the feeling a lot of these “crazy” right-wing types were in it for the speech tour money and book deals and Fox News host spots, more than anything.

Palin was seen as pretty moderate in Alaska before she rose to prominence. The Dems there didn’t mind her. She was conservative, sure, but she was normal.  She was reasonable and willing to negotiate. Not like how she acts now. 

From what I understand, Ann Coulter’s more liberal, on a person level, than she lets on, too.

Milo Yiannopoulos is an openly gay man who suddenly decided to hate immigrates, feminists and, um, gay people. It makes no sense.

Kinda feel a lot of Republicans have gotten conned and are too foolish to realize it.  

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.