if it's honest I'm being
I didn't mean to fall in love with One Direction, but I did still. So. Now I'm dealing.
And dealing is a lot of hard work. All these inevitable emotions you inevitably have to feel, emotions you inevitably ought to avoid, sometimes inevitably both at the same time.
You have to constantly check your twitter for updates from the boys and tolerate Liam's complete lack of knowledge in grammar and punctuation or Harry's motherfucking randomness or Zayn's fabulously cheesy quotes that he probably copy-pasted from an online fortune cookie and follow all these quality a-fuckin-mazing 1D Tumblr blogs, which will then lead to temporary schizophrenia and a ten-foot pile of unfinished school work.
Let's not forget the inside jokes. (carrots, pussy, breaking tables, lettuce, Kevin, Nando's, spoons, etc., etc.,) The inside jokes that you only can understand and cannot share with your friends (in the physical world) which is literally painful because the inside jokes are too funny but sadly you're surrounded by stupid people who can't relate to them. BUT YOU WANNA LAUGH ABOUT THESE JOKES WITH ANOTHER HUMAN BEING FOR A CHANGE, but you can't. So again, you suppress all these strong emotions. Therefore it sucks.
THEN THERE'S THE SEXUAL FRUSTRATION OH GOD. Daydreaming about Harry doing unspeakable things to you during your Math class and looking at every guy you pass by on the street and secretly wishing they magically turn into One Direction who are willing to be your sex slaves.
Then all the beautiful, wonderful, smutty, fluffy, fucking heart-breaking fanfics that will have you smiling, laughing, crying, fapping, screaming, all in a crazy bundle of mixed feelings.....
And there's the twitter accounts you have to stalk, haters you have to cuss out, whiny fans you have to tolerate, cougars you have to hate, fanfic writers you have to review, sexual frustrations you have to suffer though, and classes you have to miss.
All because you're a part of this fandom now.
And worse part is, you regret ABSOLUTELY nothing.
And dealing is a lot of hard work. All these inevitable emotions you inevitably have to feel, emotions you inevitably ought to avoid, sometimes inevitably both at the same time.
You have to constantly check your twitter for updates from the boys and tolerate Liam's complete lack of knowledge in grammar and punctuation or Harry's motherfucking randomness or Zayn's fabulously cheesy quotes that he probably copy-pasted from an online fortune cookie and follow all these quality a-fuckin-mazing 1D Tumblr blogs, which will then lead to temporary schizophrenia and a ten-foot pile of unfinished school work.
Let's not forget the inside jokes. (carrots, pussy, breaking tables, lettuce, Kevin, Nando's, spoons, etc., etc.,) The inside jokes that you only can understand and cannot share with your friends (in the physical world) which is literally painful because the inside jokes are too funny but sadly you're surrounded by stupid people who can't relate to them. BUT YOU WANNA LAUGH ABOUT THESE JOKES WITH ANOTHER HUMAN BEING FOR A CHANGE, but you can't. So again, you suppress all these strong emotions. Therefore it sucks.
THEN THERE'S THE SEXUAL FRUSTRATION OH GOD. Daydreaming about Harry doing unspeakable things to you during your Math class and looking at every guy you pass by on the street and secretly wishing they magically turn into One Direction who are willing to be your sex slaves.
Then all the beautiful, wonderful, smutty, fluffy, fucking heart-breaking fanfics that will have you smiling, laughing, crying, fapping, screaming, all in a crazy bundle of mixed feelings.....
And there's the twitter accounts you have to stalk, haters you have to cuss out, whiny fans you have to tolerate, cougars you have to hate, fanfic writers you have to review, sexual frustrations you have to suffer though, and classes you have to miss.
All because you're a part of this fandom now.
And worse part is, you regret ABSOLUTELY nothing.