A bag of douche.
smashed my phone is a fit of complete rage. oops i fail. goddamn.
I get it. I shouldn’t have said anything. Obviously I did something wrong. Probably drank too much or talked too much. Whatevahhh. I’m not going to dwell on the negative. It is what it is.
That fucking annoying moment when you get tagged in some dumb Facebook post involving eating disorders.
I start volunteering with the kitties next week. I’m so excited. Life is good right now.