God’s Perfect Idiot invited me to New York in the fall! Which is great! Except I have Crohn’s Disease! And I have no idea what condition I’ll be in come fall! And I don’t want to be a guest in someone’s home and constantly run to the bathroom and sleep if I’m really bad! And Crohn’s Disease is the least romantic thing ever! And I don’t have airplane money but I’m afraid of bus bathrooms! And he knows I have it but he’s never seen me in a flare-up and I’m scared having a chronic illness makes me high-maintenance and gross and broken or at least he’ll think that and I know if he really loves me he’ll love me even with my Crohn’s but it’s such a nasty clusterfuck!
I’m the guy from the lady and the tramp who gives stray dogs pasta and stands in an alleyway playing an accordion for them
When a person can’t find a deep sense of meaning, they distract themselves with pleasure.
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| — | Viktor E. Frankl (via quotemadness) |
