a customer told me that I should quit my job to be a model, because “my hair is beautiful, as are my eyes and complexion”. This isn’t the first time this has happened. I love my job I love my job I love my job I love my job.
Not having internet seriously blows. And I hardly check this on my phone cause it sucks. Buuut I have an hour lunch at my new job so yay for new posts and boredom.
I hate that swimming makes me nauseous. Who gets sea sick from a pool, honestly. Blah.
my boyfriend is watching Reba, clapping and talking about “feel good” feelings…
i’ve never wanted to strangle someone with my bare hands so badly in my life. “best friend” no longer means shit to me.
omg i literally cannot do anything without my boyfriend. i don’t even know how long to put ramen in the microwave. someone help me i’ve gone retarded.
I got thrown out of my house over something as stupid as getting a chest tattoo, so i started staying in-between friend’s houses. And now? Now i’m living in South Florida with the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I moved 1,400 miles away from everything I’ve ever known.
getting my life in order, a little at a time.
it really sucks to not be accepted for who i am by the people who are supposed to love me unconditionally.
Sometimes, the people that you thought would never let you down prove you wrong. And the people that you never really expected to be there show you they care much more than you think. I guess this is what life is about, getting hurt, just to move onto better things. Because once you’ve hit rock bottom there’s no where to go but up….or at least i’m really hoping that’s true.
2:32 am. My mind is still racing. Forever awake.
