At least my puppy can never let me down, just shit on the floor, but not my heart.
I’m Amanda, I see what I want, and I go for it and I get it.
And I’m like:
But then I turn around and say stuff like:
Ugh. I need less self control
I don’t do things out of spite. I do things to protect myself, and I’m not sorry for that.
My dad is a diver, he used to dive with seals and he said that they would just play around you and basically they were just mermaid dogs
I always let trivial shit bring me down. Any normal person in my position would be extremely happy and proud. I mean, a house, an amazing puppy, nursing school, work, great friends, and cars.
Things never mattered to me. They’re just objects, nothing is bettered by them. Never will be.
I’m losing myself.
Base By: Jahrenesis