If you’d asked anybody about my love for Glee a year or so ago, shit, in the months before the hiatus, they would’ve told you that this show gave me life. But this show is too much fuckery and not enough good things anymore. I always thought I’d stick it out until the end, but I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m going to finish out this season, but I’m not even excited. There are no in my pants feelings for any of this shit anymore. And at this point, not even the fanfictions are stirring me, and they’re a thousand times better. They only serve to make me hate this shitshow more because I know what I could have. Fuck you, RIB. Fuck you, Glee. Bye, bitch.