Both sets of parents are gone. One in Virgina, the other in State College. What do I do with myself?
I feel like my joints are tearing apart from the waist down.
I work Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday! You should stop by!
What happens when I’m drunk wooo
WHAT. YOU’RE NOT EVEN CUTE.
I feel like I’m joining a club or something?
That doesn’t make sense.
“Scars remind us where we’ve been. They don’t have to dictate where we’re going.”