beautiful garbage

Getzburg writes:

You know, occasionally you meet someone, someone truly beautiful, truly vibrant. They practically shimmer they're so alive with...something. I have no idea what. And then they date frat brothers. And you cry. And you cry some more. And then you accept the fact that the universe is one huge comedy and you're the punch line, and you move on. Fuck. I swear, I'd cry if I wasn't surrounded by my peers.