I’m 21, y’all!

Insomnia body lines. Tonight was a hell of a stressful night at work.

Hopping on this 6 selfie bandwagon for a moment to say I struggle every day with myself. It always feels like this is as good as it’s ever gonna get and I’m never going to regress back to when I was in love with myself. I’m trying so hard and it’s been so difficult and admittedly there’s been times when I’ve been ready to call it a day and give up. However, the select few of you who are there to tell me I’m a real big dipshit for not seeing how great I can be, I really appreciate you. A lot. And my self image and love have wavered a lot in the past few months/years. But I’m getting better every day. And I’m looking forward to another post about how I believe I am wonderful. I’ll keep you all posted. Thank you, beauties, for always pushing me forward. You guys are the best.

  • her: come over
  • me: i can't my dog just fell asleep on my lap
  • her: my parents aren't home
  • me: he is ASLEEP
Getting in a little face time here. Sup.

Getting in a little face time here. Sup.

Two days off in a row. Time to get shit done.

Two days off in a row. Time to get shit done.

Selfie fever. Yes, it is always scarf weather.

Selfie fever. Yes, it is always scarf weather.

I’d rather be in bed.

I’d rather be in bed.

Posted up with the bae. Getting ready to fight crimes, you know. The usual.

Posted up with the bae. Getting ready to fight crimes, you know. The usual.

Stress insomnia pastimes: dog selfies.

Stress insomnia pastimes: dog selfies.

Have a me pre haircut.

Have a me pre haircut.

Early to class for the first time in weeks. Who am I.

Early to class for the first time in weeks. Who am I.

I can’t sleep and I hate my life so that’s happening

Some nights are better than others. Tonight is not one of those nights.

Some nights are better than others. Tonight is not one of those nights.

Wake up, flawless.

Wake up, flawless.