No one can tell me I can't name a song Wonderwall Part 2. They don't own the words wonder and wall, and even if they do come ooooonnnnnnn, no they don't.

This song is... uh, what my brain sounds like all the time if I don't check myself.

This is what $3,000 a month gets you down in San Francisco. Unpopular opinion but I think that we don't deserve dogs. I see your childhood trauma and I raise you mine. Sir, this is Wendy's. Can someone please explain all of this to me like I'm five?

Does anyone else feel like they have no real friends? I just turned 30 and I guess I'm starting over again. Why does everyone else seem to have it figured out? Is it normal to cry in the Kroger parking lot? Thanks for coming to my latest TED talk. But seriously how is this any of this even legal?

Hear me out, lawyer up, hit the gym, and then delete your Facebook. I don't know who needs to hear this but I think you are enough. I haven't spoken to another human being in six days is that normal? I'm asking for a friend who is definitely not me.

Why does everyone else seem to know where they belong? I deleted all my socials, nobody noticed I was gone. I'm one minor inconvenience from a total meltdown. Is it normal to freakout in a Target self-checkout? Does anyone feel life peaked around 2012? Anyway folks, thanks for coming, here's Wonderwall.

Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my Wonderwall