Do not apply to broken skin.
I wonder if there's a way I can gently suggest my mother to seek a therapist without her disowning me or hitting me...
Today is not a good day. I woke up with a drippy nose, an itch in my lungs and my eyes all heavy and stoner-like. This has shortened my patience and made me cranky. I've already snapped at my mom and Deja today. I just want to sleep. For a long while. Perhaps forever.
You make me so sad.
Wanna see me ramble about girly stuff? Ok, good. I took out my extensions a couple of nights ago, which was painful because a lot of the back pieces were still braided in pretty tight. My natural hair has regained it's health and most of the normal dark brown/black color is starting to grow back in. Asia said the way I wore my hair last night made me look like a care bear. The pink one. I miss that cartoon.
I shaped my eyebrows all unevenly the last time I plucked them, so now I have to let them grow all the way back in before attempting to shape them again. I'm thinking of just shaving them off completely. It might be cool to walk around eyebrowless for a while and not have to worry about the hair on at least that part of my body.
Which reminds me, I have to shave my legs. And, um, down there.
I had to turn down that job I was offered a week or so ago. I have to take care of Deja because apparently, her true guardians don't know what responsibility is. I'd rant on about how silly it is for a virgin to all of a sudden have to wake up and be a mom, but I think I've tired that bit out already. I suppose its not that big of a deal. Whatever.
I think I've forgotten where to begin with the whole applying to college thing.
Writing this has drained whatever it was I had left. I wish I had a pill to pop, or some drugs to do, or even some wine to drink (I'm not going to touch the vodka snuggled in my underwear drawer for a while) but alas, I don't. So. Off to bed with me before I find something more destructive to indulge in.
Today is not a good day. I woke up with a drippy nose, an itch in my lungs and my eyes all heavy and stoner-like. This has shortened my patience and made me cranky. I've already snapped at my mom and Deja today. I just want to sleep. For a long while. Perhaps forever.
You make me so sad.
Wanna see me ramble about girly stuff? Ok, good. I took out my extensions a couple of nights ago, which was painful because a lot of the back pieces were still braided in pretty tight. My natural hair has regained it's health and most of the normal dark brown/black color is starting to grow back in. Asia said the way I wore my hair last night made me look like a care bear. The pink one. I miss that cartoon.
I shaped my eyebrows all unevenly the last time I plucked them, so now I have to let them grow all the way back in before attempting to shape them again. I'm thinking of just shaving them off completely. It might be cool to walk around eyebrowless for a while and not have to worry about the hair on at least that part of my body.
Which reminds me, I have to shave my legs. And, um, down there.
I had to turn down that job I was offered a week or so ago. I have to take care of Deja because apparently, her true guardians don't know what responsibility is. I'd rant on about how silly it is for a virgin to all of a sudden have to wake up and be a mom, but I think I've tired that bit out already. I suppose its not that big of a deal. Whatever.
I think I've forgotten where to begin with the whole applying to college thing.
Writing this has drained whatever it was I had left. I wish I had a pill to pop, or some drugs to do, or even some wine to drink (I'm not going to touch the vodka snuggled in my underwear drawer for a while) but alas, I don't. So. Off to bed with me before I find something more destructive to indulge in.