Because it makes everything else worse.
Bad depression —> terrible anxiety —> God awful ocd
Well I haven’t been that drunk since I was probably 21. Laughing so hard at these pictures. Thanks for taking care of me @beastmodelebeauf,...
This is the mysterious stranger who pulled me out of the bathroom and then played Juvey and 50 Cent for me. I THINK SHE WAS MY GUARDIAN ANGEL 👼...
“I was not making fun of youuuu. I was making fun of her.”
Sorry. I love old commercials.
Jax was a local beer. With hilarious commercials.
❤ (Taken with instagram)
She had left Illinois two days ago, and ended up in Louisiana. Dog named Static, her name was Kite. She had “Live Free” tattooed across her knuckles. She said she was meeting some friends in New Orleans. She was 18 years old, and already ready to face fear. Her life, a series of unfortunate events. Females travel faster than males.
She had stolen her spoon from a diner in Delaware.
And her nose wrinkled when she smiled.
I wrote this about a year ago, on a brown paper bag, after a five minute conversation with a girl who must have been running from somewhere, or something. She was a hobo, a traveler, with dreads in her hair, and a hiking pack on her back. The only things that I know for fact are that her dog’s name really was Static, she really was 18, and she really was on her way to New Orleans. Everything else I made up in my head, after being intrigued by her for hours after.