i am literally writing this as i eat a burrito at 3 am after reflecting on how my body used to feel. not in a “body shaming” sense (if that is even the right thing to say) but more of a feeling ig. they say comparison, robs people of happiness. this is the realest thing i’ve eva heard fr. im aware this living shit is nothing but choices and consequences but to judge everyone so harshly on these things is so mean. i of course mean human mistakes. if u are a murderer, pedo, racist, and the smiths enjoyer then u deserve the judgement. (kidding) But i have to remember that this is literally everyone’s FIRST time living. so just fucking relax. i do miss you. but now my scars are a reminder of what i am capable of doing to myself. i long for who i was before these metal plates but i need to be more accepting of who i am now. it’s okay to cry - johnny u
i’m gonna be extremely honest rn and admit that to a certain extent i was peer pressured into smoking nicotine. started when i was around 19 with the trend of vapes and easy access to them at the time it was the coolest thing ever to me because i just enjoy being able to physically hold something and being “old enough” to just carry it around and not being told that i couldn’t have it. in a sense, i felt like a grown up as stupid as it sounds. so naturally i also tried cigarettes, just because it was around and i had just always grown up seeing people smoke and of course in all of my favorite movies there was just always cigs. now this will sound like extreme cap but i can honestly say that i was never addicted to these vices. i can easily not smoke for weeks or months at a time and be fine. i have no family members who are addicts to anything other then the occasional beer which isn’t any better but i mean im mexican cmon. when i arrived back home finally after i was sent h...
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