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Yeah. I'm stresed as fuck. I move out in 4 days. Nikki & I just found the couch we wanted yesterday. We pretty much have everything else.
I met a boy. it's not going anywhere.
My laptop charger is broken. I don't have a cell phone. and my dad's an asshole.
I don't want to pack because it stressed me out more, because a big part of me doesn't want to leave home. I don't trust myself living by myself, or let alone with Nikki.
I'm scared of growing up, I'm scared of making a salary.
I'm scared of dying. A lot of weird stuff has happend to me in the past two weeks and it seems like every day I wake up something or someone has died ( not personally...just car accidents ive witnessed and people in hollywood). I know that sounds dumb, but it's just around me now more than ever, and it's kind of surreal.
I love Atlanta, but I never knew it was this easy to get there.
I don't feel like a hair stylist. but in October I will be working on the floor for Aveda.
I met a boy. it's not going anywhere.
My laptop charger is broken. I don't have a cell phone. and my dad's an asshole.
I don't want to pack because it stressed me out more, because a big part of me doesn't want to leave home. I don't trust myself living by myself, or let alone with Nikki.
I'm scared of growing up, I'm scared of making a salary.
I'm scared of dying. A lot of weird stuff has happend to me in the past two weeks and it seems like every day I wake up something or someone has died ( not personally...just car accidents ive witnessed and people in hollywood). I know that sounds dumb, but it's just around me now more than ever, and it's kind of surreal.
I love Atlanta, but I never knew it was this easy to get there.
I don't feel like a hair stylist. but in October I will be working on the floor for Aveda.