Nyeh, I just think I did an awesome job doing my makeup with the left hand.
I’m eating sooooo badly since I went to Madrid last week. Also, I destroyed my stomach with pills and the electro-acupuncture and now I torn between “I’m gonna die if I eat someting” and “I ate a whole pizza”
Yeeezasz Christ it is just insaneeee!
So, I have a lot of work to do, a stomach that is decomposing because I’m kind of scared about my hand (‘cause did I tell you that I fucked it up?) and the treatments I’m needing to recover it and also I have a slightly desire of murdering someone.
I want to fucking do what I planned for this months. Fucking fuck fuck.
Have you ever met that one person that no matter what you do always ends up being there?
I do, and I really try to concentrate on myself and my happyness and my everything but sometines it DOES get me on my nerves and bothers me A LOT.
I’m human, I’m sorry.