aproclivity

So, I'm sitting here in Sara's basement, kinda drunk and with everyone passed out around me, and I realize that I am loved, and nothing can take that away from me. No matter what happens with my mom's cancer being back (they found a mass on her catscan but can't biopsy until the infection goes down) no matter what happens with Brit...people love me for me, and I need to appericate that more. I'm fun and smart and evil and will stab folks in the eye for my friend... I'm a pretty awesome person sometimes. People brought me down, and you know what... I don't fucking need that or them. I have people in my life who love me just as I am with no snide remarks or what not, and really that's all my blind, miserable ass needs.


<333333s for all the folks who love me and make me a better person. I love you guys. You're all my own personal saviors.