not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
Maybe I’m sorry that I ever tried
Maybe I’m sorry that I still love you
Maybe I’m sorry that I can’t forget you
Maybe I’m sorry that things didn’t go as planned
Maybe I’m sorry I keep crying
Maybe I’m sorry I’m not ok
Maybe I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you
Maybe I’m sorry I couldn’t do better
Maybe I’m sorry that I was never sorry enough
Maybe I’m sorry I didn’t thank you enough
Maybe I’m sorry
I think I am
My last day at best buy is December 6th. I have 66 hours until I’m done with the company.
I have orientation tomorrow at my new job at Barnes and Noble as a book seller.
There are 27 days left until my graduation from the joke that is post secondary education with a bachelors degree is Journalism and Mass Communications, and a minor in English.
There are approximately 45 days until I begin the drive to LA.
Whatever my first day off after (or on December 13th), I will begin my hammerhead shark shin tattoo.
I have not kissed a boy in months and have much forgotten the appeal.
My concussion has almost entirely healed but is still causing me major migraines.
Maybe I should come back just to say all the harsh things I’ve been biting my tongue from saying for so damn long.