Okay so I just spilled a bunch of Recovery’s plot to that person who messaged me.
I feel better.
You know now I’m like one of those people who could have turned off the Sarah MacLachlan save-the-world commercial, but didn’t because I’m not a bad person.
But then I gave money to a crooked charity like Invisible Children because part of me will always be privileged with brain-breaking stupidity and western shallowness.
LOOK AT ME I FEEL BAD BECAUSE I WROTE A STUPID FIC AND NOW I’M BLOGGING ABOUT IT HOLY GOD.
I also keep making snarky posts about United Douches so I think I’m going to go to bed now and stop confusing my followers.
Good night, Internet.