It's a BEAUTIFUL MORNING.

I don't like to listen to my parents or my friends, when it comes to what best for me.

I've always been the girl who had to hit her head without the helmet on inorder to get with it.

In fact I don't like to listen to anyone really, except myself.
#sorrythatimnotsorry. 

well and pop culture, like music and movies
but if you didn't know that, then you really don't know me now do ya?

And ya know what, today, I think that's great.

It's been hard to look in the mirror lately.

It's been hard to admit that I'm "sick", for a long time.
And guess what world, I'm not sick.
I'm not fucking wicked sick in the head.

I'm just fucking crazy. A wild child.
But baby, I was born this way.

So, shoot me. I'm a little nuts. Who the FUCK isn't?

But now I'm starting to get nuts, about nuts!


I'm getting healthy, in the right way, eating right, and living right.

I'm moving forward and ready to get a real sense of self.










But a big shout out to my burly loves: 
Don't worry this hippie, gibby, yab, mom, little, big, koala, gabriella.
Or whatever the fuck else you call me, isn't gone forever.
And a big r i p to my dead homies. Literally, and figuratively, where ever you may.

"No one ever said that This [this thing called: LIFE] was gonna be easy."


~your damn right Poppop.

O Also been phoneless now for about a month~ as well as sober~

Round of applause for myself. Thankayou avery much. 

But for real reals- phone should be working soon enough so ya.

~L.Y.M.I. 

#groundedbyglitter always.