Look at these ah-dorable (yet occasionally blurry) pictures I found of my 21st!
I’ve decided I want to be cremated. Not when I die, just whenever. Surprise me.
Depression is so sneaky because you know with certainty that you don’t have the strength to get out of your chair or clean the house, but your family just sees you as really lazy.
Turns out my whole family has secretly hated my hair for like two months and never told me until a week before my brother’s wedding.
My body’s tolerance for medication and alcohol is so weird.
I would probably overdose long before I felt any actual pain relief from these meds that are supposed to be soooo potent.