TODAY I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT SWEATING AT WORK AND THIS GIRL SAID “WELL MAYBE IT’S YOUR MAKEUP” AND I TOLD HER I DIDNT HAVE ANY ON AND SHE SAID “WOW YOU HAVE AMAZING SKIN I TOTALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE WEARING MAKEUP” ALSO THIS CUSTOMER ASKED WHERE I GET MY EYEBROWS DONE BECAUSE SHE WANTED HERS DONE THERE TOO BUT I DO THEM MYSELF SO BASICALLY TODAY WAS AN AMAZING DAY
idk I guess I was listening to music from when I was a teenager and I was thinking about what life was like when I was 17 and it made me sad.
when you’re 17, you ride around in a beat up jeep smoking pot with your best girlfriend. you drink cheap vodka with dangerous boys, and you kiss all of the wrong ones. you give your best friend a hickey in a movie theater because you think she loves you. she doesn’t. you watch your friends fall in and out of love. you’ve seen more sunrises than you can count. you live up to your dad’s alcoholic reputation, and people commend you on it. you live in the moment because you think it’s going to last forever. but one day you wake up and you’re 24 years old crying about where time has gone in the same town you swore to God you’d get out of. you curse his name and wish him dead because he never loved you and his kiss hurt more than his fists and you fucking hate him you fucking hate every boy who was ever mean to you. especially the one with the tribal tattoos. you hate everyone who stopped talking to you when you picked your sadness over them and you hate your body because he told you to. you wish you never needed a ride home and you wish you wish you wish you could change it all and be a good kid. and you hate the taste of alcohol but you drink it because well shit this isn’t going to last forever and one day you’re gonna wake up and you’ll be 30 years old crying about where time has gone and maybe you’ll be out of here by then. maybe you’ll be out of here by then. maybe you’ll be out of here by then. maybe you’ll be out of here by then. maybe you’ll be out of here by then. you’ll be out of here by then.