As much as I don’t want to work fast food again, I hope this interview goes well, I’m absolutely desperate for money. I need my car, I need my G.E.D, and I need to start my life because sitting here doing nothing makes me have an overwhelming feeling of uselessness. I am almost 19 years old and I don’t want to be looking at all the time I’ve wasted instead of going down a path that would hopefully end in me being happy and living on my own successfully. So Yes, I am willing to bust my ass at a sloppy, disgusting local hardee’s joint to provide for myself, even take out whatever piercings I’m asked because Where I am at is just not cutting it.
- end rant.
I seem to be doing more writing on my tumblr than reblogging. Sorry if I bore you guise.
I swear I am blessed, with the greatest boyfriend I could ask for. I’ve waited so long for this and I’m just ecstatic from the inside out knowing I finally got what I’ve worked for, needed, and deserved. I’ll never let this go. :3
that’s almost as funny as the story about the time pitbull went to alaska to perform in a wal-mart
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.