Goldy Moldavsky

Happiness isn't always easy," he'd said. "But it's a priority.

They didn't get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared in your same joy.

Maybe it was obsessio, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

Maybe it was obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure and meaningful.

Because the truth is, it isn't worth loving something if you aren't going to love it all the way.

They were just boys. Take away the band, the lights, the fame, and the screaming girls, and they were just boys, chosen for us to obsess over.

The thing about me-the reason Erin can shoot me the wink-and-double-thumbs-up combo-is that I'm your typical good girl. I dress nicely, but I wouldn't say I'm at the bleeding edge of fashion. I always have my homework done on time. I say please and thank you and adults like me. Because of all these things, everyone always assumes that I'll do the right thing. No one ever thinks I would lie. But I do....

Isabel's infamous tweets ranged from the cartoonish and impossible:Im going to pull ur tongue out of ur mouth wrap it around ur neck n strangle u w it so hard ur eyes will pop out. i will pee in the sockets.To the quaint:Get ur fcking hands off him bitch i will cut u. #RupertLIsMineTo the cryptically disturbing:I watch u in your sleep.I would never condone Isabel's scary tweets, but you had to give the girl credit for managing to stay under 140 characters every time.

They just want to be part of the moment. A moment that's much larger than them, and even larger than us.

What you don__ even realize now__hat you will only come to understand in time, but lucky for you, I__ here to tell you__s you__e not going to give two shits about this band in a few years. In fact, I guarantee that this group that you admire so much and that you are putting all of your love and dedication and devotion into will be nothing more than an obsession you will be immensely embarrassed of having had. One day you__l be in college, maybe you__l be at a party, and someone will say, __ey, do you remember The Ruperts? How shitty was their music?_ and you will have a moment of crisis: Do you admit your former love for them, or do you concede, because you know in your heart that this person is right? And guess what you__l say? You__l say, __eah, their music was utter. Putrid.Garbage.

It was too early in the morning for this fuckery.