Working all day because apparently it’s better than sitting at home staring at a wall and waiting for my parents to come over to “watch over me”?
Everything is going to shit right now…but I found my glasses so that’s how my day is going.
Incredibly stressed, depressed, and pathetically dressed. So yeah. Here’s my awful face.
When people ask what I study in university & I tell them Forensic Anthropology…some are interested.
Most back away slowly.
Some ask if I know how to hide a body.
Others ask if I’m going to be Bones. These are the people I like.
From the hospital to the airport to pick up dad to the mall to fix his phone…so that’s my day.
if anyone ever asks me what orange is the new black is about i will send them these pictures without any context or explanation
Every single time.
do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
I can’t just be nice. I have to be mean at some point. Every time. Why.