it was like: everyone hated me, i hated them, everything was just so repulsive, i wanted to be alone and walk forever, didn’t even matter where I walked, just walk. i was sick, i was hungry, had my first ever actual panic attack, i couldn’t breathe, i was breathing too much, i wanted to cry i don’t even know about what, what. It tried so hard to be like weed at first, but then it turned into some creepy I’m-seeing-things-out-of-the-corners-of-my-eyes-that-isn’t-really-there shit with a side of I’m going to be sick.
There’s this girl on Facebook who (I believe) got skin cancer. I can’t help but to laugh since she is not only one of the biggest bitches I have ever had the punishment of coming into contact with, but she also tans like a mofo.