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I feel like I barely know myself these days. I’m struggling with myself. Like… Is any of this real? Or not? It’s hard to determine which thoughts are my own, and which are the thoughts that have been pumped into my brain ever since I was a kid, by the people who were “trustworthy”.
I know this is part of growing up, but continually telling myself it, doesn’t make it any easier.
I need these things right now:
- A working car (that will get me back to Utah)
- My first tattoo
- My best friends
- Meaningful experiences
- Coke + Rum
And…….
- Sex (Oh come on… You’re surprised?)