I wake up each and every morning wishing I didn’t.
So thunder storms when home alone… not really my thanggg.
wait but july is sooooo far awayyy. mom said that I could get my tattoo in July… but but but I want it now ): such a struggle. I will wait but omg it’s so tempting. It’s staring me in the face like hey look I’m a month and a week away…
One of these days it’ll all be over. That day can’t come soon enough. But the courage feigns each time the perfect moment arises. I know people would miss me, I’ve heard the speech. But really, I wouldn’t miss me so what is the goddamn fucking point. If I can’t like who I am and the life I have why can’t I just get rid of it?
I’m super proud of people with recovery days. But I’m also jealous. Because when I hear or see their number I remember how I haven’t had a recovery day in almost 4 months.
