idk why i felt the need to come back here but here i am
if you wanted an update on me, here it is
First semester of college is over. I went to art school for anyone that probably wasn’t wondering. Art education. I really hope that I’m still in love with my choice at the end.
I’ve gotten eight tattoos in a year. Also got my nipples pierced. I just want to love my body and putting art all over it should help.
I have enveloped myself in hook up culture and so far I haven’t had an anxiety attack while it happened. Except for the first one because he definitely was not who I thought he was. Fuckin creepy fucker.
I really don’t know why I’m writing this. Probably for the validation of my feelings.
Now for the big finale; My dad killed himself. It propelled me to go see a psychiatrist and now I know I have OCD, just like him. Also, I’m apparently bipolar. And obviously depressed and anxious.
Alright. Follow me on insta. Cya. @queenlibster
