Okay I had to make a Spice Girls reference. I'll always love them. Baby Spice was my favorite. Fun fact if you want to know my inner 90's girl. Kid. I was born in 1994.
Meh.
Last night sucked. Like, it really really sucked. I made a text post on my Tumblr blog (you can see the link to it on this exact blog) about how I really wanted to do bad things to myself, those things including starting over being self harm free (I've done so well with my control when it comes to self harm, and I'll be three years clean on September 26th) and wanting to jump off the roof.
And I didn't do either of those two things. Also because I don't know how to climb onto the roof. I think that would be a struggle in itself. I truly think the only time I would jump off a roof is to land safely in a pool. Or on a trampoline. Without breaking an arm or something.
Come on. Jumping off a roof onto a trampoline would be so fun.
Maybe?
I can't test that out.
Don't test that out for me, mmkay?
About the paragraphs above, I'd like to say that today is better. I'm feeling a lot better and I'm in a lot chipper mood. Some advice: Take a bubble bath. And have yourself a good cry. Wonderful things. There's nothing wrong with crying. It feels so good post sob session. It feels awesome to just get out your emotions with however way you feel about going about it.
It's awesome.
Sometimes I also like to look back on emails between me and some cutiepie missionary boy.
Hollaaaa.
I like him. He's really great and such an awesome example.
Basically I would totally hold hands with him.
*_*
^ ^ ^ ^ that's sorta what I look like when I think about him. I posted this snippet of an email he sent me awhile ago on my Facebook page and on my Instagram (links also in the sidebar).
Like... what. I like this. And it's all so accurate.
*_* *_* *_* *_* *_* *_* *_*
Yours truly, Supergirl.
xx
Post a Comment