You think im dead. You think i will never make another post on this account because i have reached my 666th post. Well guess what, my inner desire to be a retro emo from 2003 has died out just like my love for a cheap ass bluemoon 8 bucks a bottle beer long ago. Im into dirty martinis now and i read the WSJ in the morning while trash talking to my imaginary interns about how they will never get a successful career. Deal with it and just continue to love me for i live the life that yall say you hate but secretly wanted, xoxo, gossip girl.