I try to remain a positive person.
I try not to use the popular phrase fuck my life.
I mean, the people I hear using it are usually just having a bad day, and are quick to bitch and moan. 449 more words
I use to cut. Not a lot, but I still have scars on my arm.
When I got my CNA license the summer of 2013, and we students were taking each other’s pusles, the girl taking mine noticed my scars, and her eyes flashed to mine, questions furrowing her brow. 504 more words