i’m so fucking glad i’m getting out of here next week and don’t have to deal with this bullshit anymore
so done
It’s funny, that’s exactly how I feel.
I’m so tired of this town and the people in it.
(Time to go where no one knows my name.)
Yeah nope I think I’m getting a haircut after my last day of work.
I JUST CAN’T HANDLE TOO MANY MONTHS WITHOUT A HAIRCUT AHHH
Listening to my teeny collection of vinyl.
Getting real confused about my feelings.
Tomorrow’s Assignment:
Take a picture of what I see when I go out.
(in the daytime.)
Tonight’s assignment:
Take a picture of myself when I wake up.
(I’m really starting to like assignments.
Hmm… Strict or lenient.)
I really hope these next two weeks at Sonic go by quickly. Everyone’s leaving or quitting or getting fired and it’s just not the same anymore.
I’m glad I had the job, and I’m grateful for it, but I just get bad vibes from there now…
I’m ready for something different.
I love my creepy lovely boyfriend…
(It’s all three.)
goodnight tumblr
My walls are starting to look so bare.
(I’ve never moved. This is starting to hit me.
After this, there’s no going back.)
You know when you have moments of sudden clarity?
I think I may have just had my first one.
“However I am is good, as long as it’s me.”
I’m done with ‘I need to change this’-es and apologies and justifying the way I am for anyone, to anyone
If I act a certain way, even if hindsight says I should have said or done something else,
IT’S OKAY.
IT’S ALRIGHT.
As long as I am 100% myself
I have nothing to apologize for.
?i have??
emotions????
?????wehred
these comef rom
?????TEARS????
CRYING??!??!?
A lot of things are very close to changing.
On the one hand, I can’t wait.
On the other, I’m terrified.
Either way, I can’t turn back.
I think it’ll be good for me.
Can’t decide which one I like best. x_x
1 accurately depicts how I feel about people
2 hay bby how u doin
3 is me when I’m around the boyfriend or food or both
4 as you can see, I’m now using my hairclip as a shuriken
I remember a time in my life when I tossed a coin to see if I would eat that day
A time where every little mistake meant another scar on my thighs
A time where I was unstable and didn’t want to stop self-harming (mentally and physically)
And while I’m glad I’m mostly over it
I do still self harm
I do still have times where I don’t like how my jeans cling to my thighs
Sometimes I don’t want anyone’s help
It doesn’t mean I’m a lesser person now, or was back then
I’m just an adult now, I guess
look up my nose!! >:3
sick as shit but decided to be a photowhore anyway. gghh.
