Tia is finally fucking gone. holy shit , never again am i living with someone. UNLESS I JUST SOMEHOW KNOW IT’S OKAY. i’m never allowing someone in my space again just to fucking help someone EVER again.
i’ll never ever ever ever ever allow her back into my life. the only thing i’m going to remember her for is how she’s talked shit about all her closest friends and how she wished i would kill myself and wanting to beat my damn ass so much. fuck that. she’s got an overwhelming amount of insecurity. thank god i started talking to bre when i did. thank god thank god thank god.
bre is more than just my friend. she’s been my mentor through alll this bullshit, thank fucking god. i honestly know for a fact that if my self esteem was still as low as it was that i would be absolutely FUCKED from taking in all tia has took out on me. she is one fucked up individual. not my problem.
thank god that shit is officially in the past.
if i didn’t have a concert later , i would totally love to just stay up all day and CLEAN. i’m actually contemplating on bailing. it’s to see The Spill Canvas in Indy. They’re great af live but …. i have other things i really want to do…..
i need to just lay down and take a lil nap…
omg me and my brother talked on facebook messenger for like 2 hours tonight. he was drunk. he was spilling his guts for a minute and then he started trying pressuring me into trying salvia and he’s also saying he really wants me to come visit him and he’d even help pay for me to get there.
he was being kinda dumb but kinda funny at some points. he was saying our mom and dad were both dumb but somehow we turned out smart. mom was a crackhead and dad was an alcoholic. we were talking about how we were treated growing up and he said all this
“and yes, i do think about mom a lot