i think sometime after my freshman year before i flew to Korea to meet my niece, which is the main reason why i completely stopped afterwards! but the cuts were pretty bad which is why i still have scars today
haha I’ve been told but it’s okay
i think the woman who was doing my nails today noticed scars on my left wrist (when she massaged my arm) from when i used to cut myself and i felt completely judged but she said “you’re better, that’s good” and my eyes have never widened so much in my life
guys i just discovered this awesome cocktail!
it’s called “a bottle of vodka” it only has 1 ingredient and no prep time it’s amazing
I want someone to hug me and tell me I’m going to be okay then take a road trip to the mountains or the beach and camp out then eat chick fil a breakfast the next morning and get really fucked up later that night like is that really so much to ask