I just realized it was a mere ten years ago that I had to fumble my way through an international flight with my fat ass walkman and case of CDs.
Now I have my ipad and iphone and I can practically rule the world if I spring for wifi
When I’m depressed I want to go buy things to perk myself up until I remember my bank account is almost negative, pushing me deeper into the depression abyss.
Over the years, the older I get, the more drive I have to win at absolutely everything.
It is my evolutionary downfall that I refuse to let others get ahead of me. Even if it’s something I don’t really want. If I can have it, I want it.
And there is no foreseeable way to fix this.
My mom just turned to me and said “you think Maya Angelou wrote her own epitaph? I’ll bet she did”
AND YOU QUESTION HOW YOU RAISED A CHILD LIKE ME
Just because my ramen cup smells faintly like melted crayons doesn’t mean I’m not gonna eat the fuck out of it.
u can’t spell disappointment without men