I’ve been having an exponential amount of bad days recently. It seems like the smallest of things seem to get me ticking and it feels like I’m being sucked back into that vicious cycle all over again. Maybe it’s the anxiety of knowing that orientation is already next week and school is starting the week after. I have to do well. Or maybe it’s the anxiety of knowing that...
If I could say the f word, I would. I’d say ____ friends because who the shit needs them anyway.
How is it that tattoos can look so darn good?!