Since the last post got a little downer-y and my natural defense mechanism is to hide behind humor, below is a real photo of me in 7th grade.
A moment of silence for the tragedy that is my forehead.
I don’t know where the fuck I came up with those bangs. The rose I’m holding is from my first “boyfriend”. That’s right, I somehow managed to lock a man down while simultaneously looking like a dehydrated cancer patient.
You are all welcome.
Please do not blackmail me.