My dream about Madonna. AKA: DAMN YOU MADONNA
*Group of girls, myself and Madonna are in a living room. Madonna slides into a tufted chair at the end of the room, she’s still wearing her Golden Globes dress.*
Madonna: So, tell me what you admire most about me.
Girl: I just think you are such a maverick.
Me (I don’t want to say anything, but I do): I admire that you’ve always done what you wanted, in spite of the consequences.
Madonna: You know you focus on that because it’s a deep fear inside of you, right? Your fears are the things you hate or admire in people.
*DAMN YOU MADONNA!!!!!*
