"UGH MOTHERF&*%ING S#!T."
I finally found my go-to Asian market where all the Filipino goods are in stock. Also, if I ever start to really miss my family, I know where to go.
I went to see The Fault in Our Stars by myself. I went alone because I didn’t know anyone who wanted to see it but mostly because I wanted to cry unapologetic rivers of tears in a dark theatre with absolutely no judgements.
Anyway, I thought enough time had passed since the film came out for the movie theater to be pretty empty, but nope, still plenty of teenage girls and masochistic women present.
The movie was pretty alright. I cried. Obviously. Then I left the theater as soon as the movie ended so I wouldn’t have to leave with a crowd of females with puffy-eyes and tear-stained cheeks. But they all followed me to the bathroom anyway, and we all blew our noses together in a sad, mournful chorus.
We counted and I have ten bruises on my legs… How. What is wrong with me.