My birthday is on Wednesday. People keep asking me what I want but I have no fucking idea. My mom tried to get me a guitar which is total fucking bullshit considering that I have no talent or motivation to learn. You know what I want for my birthday? Weed. That’s what I want. I have some right above me in my loft. But thanks to Daniel I can’t. Not that I mind too much, because he is amazing, but I wanna get high!
In just six months I went from
- Christian, virgin (never messed around), never done drugs, never drank, nice girl
- Basically atheist, drug using, self-mutilating slut.
Nice going, Rose.