my mind is everywhere and i hate this feeling. my friend never deserved this. nobody who knew her or loved her deserves for this to be our new reality.

i just keep thinking about how in a split second from the time i knew nothing to the time i found out my life is forever altered. i wish i could go back to when this wasn’t my reality. back to when i wasn’t someone who’s friend got murdered.

while grieving i just keep thinking to myself “i never wanna feel this pain again” then im immediately reminded that death is inevitable and im gonna feel this way again and i just get even sadder all over again.

being a hairstylist is so draining… and its not even like doing hair is hard it really be the large amounts of people who give 0 fucks about your time or money. the ability some women have to stroll into an appointment DISRESPECTFULLY LATE is insane.

yall are actually terrible people irl and it’s starting to scare me ngl 🫣

the year was 2013 she’s definitely talking about the dance smh

SUMMMMERRRRRR I CANNOT BREATHE

PLEASEEEEE OMG