I’m tired of this whole petty shit that’s going on. Please, everyone got over the drama, why can’t you?
WHY THE FUCK IS IT SNOWING. IT’S ALMOST THE END OF MARCH.
Indiana, your bipolar weather sucks. I was wearing sandals YESTERDAY.
Get yo shit together, Mother Nature.
Jesus. Just looked through my old 365 pictures. I changed. A lot. Not just physically, but I’ve changed a lot as a person, too.
Are you seriously washing your hair in the lounge sink. What. We have a guest bathroom that you could use…? Or take a fucking shower…?
I say again.
You can take a fucking SHOWER.
Disappointed. Like always.
Why is it that as soon as I’m on Christmas break, I’m sad all the time.
I just want to go back to college. I hate living here.
Awkward moment when you and your best friend talk about sexting the same guy.
My best friend is gay.
I’m so lonely I dream about cuddling people. lololololololo
I want a man in my life.
I have the entire day to study and shit.
Let’s do this.
This is the last time,
I will EVER go to a frat party.
Shittiest. Time. Ever.
Frat guy: Oh, where are you guys from?
On my last day of work
Me: Yeah, today is my last day work. So I can relax for 11 days!
Customer: Oh, are you going on maternity leave?
Me: ....I'm going to college.
Customer: Oh my god, I'm so sorry! You don't look pregnant! I'm sorry!
Me: ..Just have a good night. Never ask or assume a woman is pregnant is the moral of this story.
We lost one of the sweetest girls on Earth. She was so caring and always thought of others. She had this goofy smile that everyone is familiar with & it would instantly put everyone in a good mood. I used to jab her cheeks to make her smile whenever she was down, which was rare, since she’s always been a generally happy person. The day her pants ripped at school the office people had made her wear these granny pants, when really, her dad had dropped off pants for her. She was so pissed. Hahaha. I will never forget the day I found out she was gone. It felt dream-like. Like I was going to wake up at any moment and forget about the bad dream. Except.. It wasn’t a dream. I kept hearing her call my name throughout the day and I couldn’t get her face out of my head. Sometimes I even forget that she’s gone, because to this day: it still doesn’t feel real.
A year ago today, Dallas changed our lives forever.
R.I.P. Dallas Lawrence. I love & miss you.