I get so frustrated with the judgement that surrounds me day in and day out. So what the way she dresses isn’t normal to you, big fuckin deal she’s slept multiple people, oh no he’s gay how ever will you get the fuck over it, she’s too skinny/ too curvy she should be more modest. Seriously all of that just gets under my damn skin.
*talking to myself as I wobble up the stairs* , you are sober and in control of the situation
who am I drinking all this pineapple juice for
swag won’t pay the bills but apparently neither will your degree
i should call you to tell you that i miss and love you but the way my pride is set up….i’ll just pretend i don’t
i suck at communicating
I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care.
I admire women who are effortlessly stylish, who laugh easily, who are genuinely kind, and who tell the truth about themselves.