bunnies hopping along
I WAS A STUPID FOOL AND I’M SORRY.
I WAS A FOOL WHO HAD NEVER BEEN IN LOVE BEFORE—I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO ACT AND DIDN’T CARE ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIPS. THERE’S NOT A DAY THAT GOES BY THAT I DON’T REGRET ALMOST EVERYTHING I DID IN THE FINAL MONTH OF HIGH SCHOOL AND THE SUMMER FOLLOWING.
I still have nightmares—literally. I woke up this morning pale white and sick to my stomach. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
I want to go home.
I miss the lights.
I miss the chaos.
I miss the food.
I miss the noises.
I miss the close proximity of literally everything—except taco bell.
I feel trapped here.
I can’t go anywhere.
I hate it here. Tis a silly place.
New York City, I love you.
2 of my facebook friends have their unborn baby’s first ultrasound as their profile picture. What does this show about our generation?
There is a middle ground between being “above the influence” and straight edge. Be responsible.
Alcohol and drugs (certain drugs at least) are like chocolate cake. The more you have the more deadly it is, and the more likely it is going to affect your body, attitude, and everything else.