2. Live life to its fullest and do everything that you want to do.
3. Don’t let you don’t have a car or friends be an excuse not to do anything you’ve always wanted to do.
4. Go on adventure.
5. Take your medication if it works for you, if not find something that does.
6. Don’t dwell in the past you can’t change anything that happened.
7. Don’t let past partners be an excuse not to find love again, not everyone is the same.
8. Dance in the moonlight and get drunk around bonfires.
9. Stay up till three am and watch a meteor shower.
10. Do something stupid and don’t let anyone make you feel bad about it.
11. Wear things that make you feel pretty
12. Spend time with the people that you love, and don’t give a shit about the negative people in your life.
13. Learn to let go of people that are holding you back of where you want to go in life."
Confessions Through Drunken Stupors:
i. Alcohol is known to be liquid courage, to be able to say you’re most honest thoughts that you would never dare say sober.
ii. When I was 16 and plastered with my friends, I had them dial your number. So I could tell you how much I loved you, and not as a friend.
iii. You never remembered our conversations in the morning, or at least you pretended not to, so I never brought them up again.
iv. When you were almost 17, you told me in between dry heaves that you loved me, but couldn’t be with me because you would hurt me.
v. Maybe if we would’ve been drunk our entire relationship, you would’ve told me the truth from the start, instead of finding company in other women and tearing me apart.
vi. When we were 17, I had to hold you up with another friend as we walked you to your rides car. You made everyone stop before we got there, so you could ask me to be your girlfriend.
vii. I should’ve listened to you when you were drunk, because you were never honest with me any other time, including when you asked me for a forever when you really just meant something to pass the time.
viii. Now we’re 20, I can’t even remember your face that I knew so well once upon a time, and I never drink anymore because I still taste your sloppy kisses and slurred words when I down the bottle."
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
Things I Need
- good skin
- a tall boy that will worship me and tell me i’m pretty