I fucking developed this rash like shit on my shoulder this morning and it fucking itches. I decided to look up what rashes from poison oak and shit look like and yea it looks like that. I did read that there was a ton of poison oak where I hiked but man.. I kinda ignored that. Well it’s only annoying. Not gonna kill me.
And now that I’ve been back for some weeks my jawline is breaking out again. Horribly. I really think I will move to Florida eventually. My skin will love me for it.
No. I’m pretty sure I’ve had this blog longer than that show has even been out.
"I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made."
Soo a couple of days ago I was with my sister and she told me my old best friend was asking about me, like was I mad at him or something.. And if you remember in May I wanted to call him but I felt weird and then I ignored his calls… Anyway, she told me that his grandma recently died and like my heart dropped and I cried and I just realized how horrible I am. Like why am I such a bad friend? To everyone though… Needless to say we visited him that day- ended up hanging out into the night. I apologized but he said he was just happy to see me and he would’ve been just happy to hear my voice, no matter what I had to say… And then I felt worse. Ugh. I’m going to try to be a better person..
"People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice."
"There’s no such thing as “black-on-black” crime. Yes, from 1976 to 2005, 94 percent of black victims were killed by black offenders, but that racial exclusivity was also true for white victims of violent crime—86 percent were killed by white offenders. Indeed, for the large majority of crimes, you’ll find that victims and offenders share a racial identity, or have some prior relationship to each other. What Shapiro and others miss about crime, in general, is that it’s driven by opportunism and proximity; If African-Americans are more likely to be robbed, or injured, or killed by other African-Americans, it’s because they tend to live in the same neighborhoods as each other."
"Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."
don’t date anyone who doesn’t ask you about your childhood and why you are the way that you are
don’t date anyone who won’t work to understand and accept those things
I have literally been sleeping all fucking day. Idk why I’m so tired. It’s kinda weird.
Come what may, this too shall pass, a scar means the hurt is over, and my bf’s name