In my Classical Mythology class, i talk about Alex being the God of perfection.
This guy almost makes me believe in God cause I don’t believe nature could make something so perfect.
i love more than anything collecting postcards. i’m laying them all out on my floor deciding what ones to put on my wall and they’re all so beautiful.
Ohhhh, Jarrod:) you’re just the sweetest thing(: and we have the same obsession.
Where I just don’t care about shit anymore. Every morning I wake up and I don’t even want to bother with my appearance. I never want to do my school work.
And I could care less about the girls in the hall that laugh at me. I don’t care that people call me a whore (even though im a virgin). I dont mind when I get F’s in school either.
Is it odd 2 months ago I would be stressing to the max over it all?