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Happy 18th Birthday, Dayja.
I’m okay with the days leading up to my birthday, the suspense is wonderful but I hate the actual day. Nothing goes right ever and it just reminds me how much I hate my life.
Anyone want to buy me some weed so I can put up with the rest of today?
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“I’m too high for this shit.”
That’s like my catch phrase. How people are like Fuck it, or YOLO or other random shit people say, mine is just I’m too high for this shit. And 95% of the time I am. Like right now.
I dyed my hair. NO MORE BLACK HAIR. It’s like a copper color. Looks dark with flash though. Kind of excited. Getting paid tomorrow so I can take my dress to alterations then I’d also get to see what my dress looks like with my new color.
I’m too high for this shit. I have to leave my house no later than 6am. I’m just too high. I shall be off to bed, onwards.
#Peace.
Anonymous asked: Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
I would love to. And I would love to be high watching it.
There are people on this earth that are kind, caring, generous, and loving. When you meet someone that’s all of those, hold on tight.
Today I got a message from a guy I used to “talk” to. We stopped talking but we’re still cool. We chill here and there. He knew I had financial problems with prom and he offered to help pay even though he knew I wad going with a guy that’s like practically my boyfriend.
Then I had a cousin in Georgia (my whole family is split up everywhere). I’ve never met her but she’s offering to put money in my bank account to help me pay for prom and shes also trying to set up a date so all the family can get together and me and my brother can meet everyone in out family for the first time. This is crazy.
These are the few people you only find a few times within your lifespan. Cherish them. Allow them to bring hope that there is good in the world. And for heaven sake, appreciate all the efforts people put in, they don’t have to do it; they want to.
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I don’t like fucking. I mean, I suppose on occasions. But I’d rather make love to a person. Intimacy is very well needed. Not just a fuck.
People that just like to fuck will end up alone.
I want to end up loved.
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Lately, my life has been fucking insane. The only reason i haven’t had a complete breakdown is because I always smoke. But, even though I’m losing my mind with all these people and events, it just shows how much I care and in the end, it’s all for love. Love.
I’m thinking about deleting this Tumblr and making a personal, more consistent, private-ish blog. More so, that I can keep track of things I’ve been through and to show how I’ve grown… Yup. It’s going to be more heartfelt I believe. Somewhat stoked.
I’m a horrible person for posting this. But it’s nights like these I can’t help but look at old pictures.
The thing is, I’m pretty much overall happy with my life and the choices I’ve made.
Everything happens for a reason and everything will fall where it needs to be.
Out of all the people in the world
I want to talk to the one guy that hurt me the most, because I believe he could make me feel better.
That’s some shit.
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Its funny,
reading some posts of yours that quote poets or artists and knowing for one split second in time we were both in sync with knowledge. It’s such a beautiful moment to share but something we rarely and most often never think of.
I’m so high right now.
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