7th Grade me: I will never smoke weed in my life
12th grade me: Bruh
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box. Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend,
oh god why
once you go black, you never go back.
Adulting: Addendum to Step 228 →
adulting: Via the comments, from the always on-point Sarah Rooftops: I agree the rest of the world doesn’t need to cut you slack, but if I’m having a *really* tough time of it I’ll tell my colleagues, “I’m stressed right now - I’m trying not to be snippy with you, but if I am, I don’t mean it.” But no,…
prostategland: 99% of my socks are single and you don’t see them crying about it