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[tanadapanther]

I turn 21 next week

My dad decided he wanted me to experience the effects of the harder alcohols before going out with friends, and as such bought mini bottles of whiskey, tequila, rum, and vodka for us to share.

My brother (who turns 18 late next week) just found the receipt we didn't think to get rid of. He's on the phone annoying Dad because of this.

[tanadapanther]

B.E.L.O.V.E.D.

B: Favorite BandUm, um, um, um…… I has too many. I guess right now I seem to be on a FOB kick? But it jumps between them, Evanescence, and Nightwish for the most part

E: My best friendOh, an easy one! That would be the lovely Lynds I’ve known almost 8 years now

L: One of my insecuritiesI have really, really dark, thick hair and it covers my body. I’m really self conscious about it, especially the hair on my legs since it’s high nigh impossible to shave it all and the backs I can almost never get fully. Plus, you can still see hair in the follicles after I shave.

O: My eye colorBrown! Just, like, regular brown. I dunno how else to describe them. 

V: Last time I criedEarlier this evening, watching that Extra gum commercial of the girl whose father kept making her those origami cranes. 

E: My best friendMy other best friend is tied between two lovely people Savanah and Ranie. Haven’t known them as long as Lynds, but they’re awesome. 

D: Hardest thing I’ve ever been throughThere was a period during my senior year of high school that I was suicidal. My brother is a dyslexic ADHD kid with several other issues, and he was making my life a living hell. This was to the point my psychologist, who works heavily with combat vets diagnosed me with mild PTSD because of it. Throughout several months I was having to fight the urge to kill myself away. I never self harmed, I never got as far as planning suicide, but I definitely wasn’t in a good mental place. It didn’t help that my then boyfriend, when I emailed him about the suicidal thoughts, responded by, basically, calling me a selfish bitch for getting that low. I had told him I’d had the thoughts but never actually gotten so far as the planning because him, my friends, and the members of my drama club were the faces that kept my head above water. Still hurt like a bitch, though.