are there female scrubs
of course there are, especially in spain. rip jessica b. however i'm much more likely to take their struggles personally and therefore much less likely to make fun of them. (even tongue in cheek.) too many Feelings. 😔

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are there female scrubs
of course there are, especially in spain. rip jessica b. however i'm much more likely to take their struggles personally and therefore much less likely to make fun of them. (even tongue in cheek.) too many Feelings. 😔
best things that currently helped distract me from Current Events:
my doof daily rewatch (watching one episode every day)
gartic phone with friends
drawing my comfort characters
music!
playing the piano a lil bit
A Letter to Dave:
I know I'm not supposed to talk to you due to the threat of being killed/being skinned alive or simply due to the fact that I'm a 'whore;' but, my last visit to town was horrible, essentially no one talked to me because they didn't want to become the focus of your girlfriend's gaze. I was treated like shit and was forced upon trevor, mark nabbie, and seth/markie/collen like a bad habit.
I can't really say anything to you about the insane woman that wants to kill me or will shit talk me to anyone who will possibly listen, because you will turn the other cheek.
I was shocked that we have again come full circle with this bullshit. But reasoning with her is like reasoning with guy pearce in memento: not fucking worth it, she can't remember anything, you're gonna get killed.
I am legitimately scared that she will try to kill me. And I essentially wasted my chance to relax in gainesville with friends I thought actually liked me, in silence or hiding or just getting threatened.
What happened? Can you possibly explain why I am more depressed than I have been in an entire year?
I'm too ill to go to the Ziad Ghanem show tonight. Someone shoot me.