Here's a secret:
Baby, I don't care.
Glee kinda inspires me. Is that wrong? I sometimes wake up with the feeling I'm meant for something else than being/feeling like a loser. Sometimes I wanna give up on dreaming. But ain't that gonna make me bitter?
I wanna do something else than throwing myself at parties to pretend it's the life I want.
I really don't want that. I want to do something for others and for me and just smile an honest one. Like it's summer all days.
Is it all pretending? I mean, the dream. The energy. The other personality. Is it wrong? Am I supposed to think this all me is meant to be nothing and that this is gonna be the best time of my life?
I might as well commit suicide right now.
Or just let Glee continue to help keep my dream intact.