the more and more shit that comes out of your mouth…
the more you’re looking like a damn joke. Get real.
the more you’re looking like a damn joke. Get real.
FUCK THIS SHIT. Princess effect.
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(Source: thealiensinmybasement, via dobbaaa)
so why am I still anxious?
And I’m catching myself more and more. I need to stop.
So I recently got hired at two places. Costco and as a CNA at a facility that I’ve been dying to work at-not because of the pay but for the people residents and employees. With these two jobs, I’m more than able to go back to school, get a new car, get an apartment, travel, see my sister or my mother or buy what I want. But I’m not fucking done. This only a quick deep breath before I submerge my head again. But don’t get me wrong. I’m thankful. I’m appreciative.
I haven’t fucked anything up yet.
is to compare myself to others.
(Source: beneaththeboardwalk, via aj-contreras)