I make the cutest faces when I scream obsenities.
I am a plus size babe with no filter.
I live in the land of rolling fields and racing wheels.
I am 28 and I do whatever the hell I want.
Follow me.

Spinning in the Bell Jar

I am very familiar with this overwhelmed feeling. This is the part where I slowly drift into an unrecognizable place becoming more and more depressed until I am eventually jumped back into reality. I wonder how long it will take this time…days? Months? 

Ugh, I hate depression. Mental illness is such a fucking bitch. It is that uninvited house guest that just mooches and mooches off your soul until you have nothing left to give.

Can I PLEASE just skip this part and go back to the in between state I am so use to living in?