Look at this fricken amazing fridge magnet that @sailorfat & John brought me back from San Francisco! I am dead!!!
savannah. saskatoon, saskatchewan.
i sometimes think that i have it all figured out but who am i fucking kidding? i am as lost as i ever was.
i mostly reblog but there is a rare occasion every now &again where i lose my shit & spill my guts.
last fm & twitter.
Keep telling myself I did what was best for me. Couldn’t force myself out of bed. Had to rely on my gut feeling screaming “this isn’t for you” Am I worth more than $12/hr? Probably. But, it’s better than zero. I wish in wasn’t like this, and when I crawled on top of you and nuzzled my face into your neck, I wish I didn’t cry. I wish I was a better version of myself. The version you met three years ago. My dad whispers over a plate of spaghetti, “you’re a team.” maybe we are, but what do I bring to the table?
I can’t stop feeling sorry for myself.