So stoked on going to RVA this weekend. It has literally been a full year since I've been there, which feels so strange because it used to be my home. Im going to be reunited with my burlest, Miss H@ley Scaggs. Never been more excited in my life. I'm ready for a weekend of girl talks and bong hits.

Watch out richmond, here i come.


On another note, my half sleeve is nearly finished and my arm has never been so sore. looks wayy too goood thanks to that boy of mine.



and this picture makes me laugh too much.

I want to start making music again. I'm itching for it.

luvvv

i love my angel cupcake

and the squishy face boy who did it.

finding it

I'm sitting here trying to find blame for what brought me to the state that I'm in with all of my friendships and then shying away at the thought that its all of my own doing. I let my emotions and anxiety bring me to the point of just doing nothing at all, rather than facing the consequences. I'm so afraid to hear what my friends think of me that I just lose contact all together so I won't have to know the answer. The thing I fear most in my life is disappointing the ones I love, but as a paradox it seems to be the one thing in which I'm most successful. I would start with an apology but I know that its pointless and to everyone else it has lost its sincerity. What I will do is start the change in my life and make the promise to myself that I'll begin to mend the bridges that I've burned.

I keep getting this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that won't go away. I'm ready for spring to bring a new me and a new outlook on things.

I'm ready to stop hiding from the world.

Lately, I have been drowning myself in nostalgia and rolling around with the idea that things will never be the same.

Trogdon St.

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mary jane

banjo

tuck/h

dojo