I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
So saturday night two of my friends and I drove up to Fredericton with out our parents knowing to go to a party. We ended up getting shit faced, grinding with each other +total strangers, swimming in a kitty pond with the guys, standing out the sun roof flashing our boobs to everyone, climbing a fence to break into a public pool to skinny dip and then driving home
It was INSANE