positives: i plucked my eyebrows p e r f e c t l y last night and i’m proud of it BECAUSE my bangs are at awkward straight across length but perfect to the side. IT’S OKAY TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. IT IS LEGITIMATE. 

today i experienced one of those moments that shouldn’t exist in reality when one person starts sobbing and next thing you know there’s a whole room full of men and women between the ages of 18-60 sobbing over everything a person could ever cry over. i sat there tearing up because everyone was crying and all i wanted to do was lay down on a cotton candy cloud and watch reruns of the monkees rather than talk about how much self-hate fits into my brain on the daily. instead i got a migraine and ate another mint. are there enough mints in the world to validate that as a proper coping mechanism? or will my teeth rot out and give me something else to hate about myself?

but really, besides the satisfaction of a mint, i finally accepted some stuff ~in the past~ (working on that whole radical acceptance thing) and then had this realization that i was once in an environment with people being horrible and creepy (“filthy, creepy, and weird.”-Ron from Jersey Shore), i got out, came home, went to the hospital/er/etc a few too many times, but i’d still rather be here than there. 100%, 24/7, forever. 

then there’s the whole acceptance, that i wouldn’t call radical yet, of the fact that you can’t prevent someone from stalking you from your closet while you sleep SO WHY EVEN LOOK INSIDE? i dare you to get out of there, step on all my heels, and retain enough balance and composure to kill me with any gun/knife/plastic bag/belt combo your head can think of before i wake up and calmly walk away. briskly. a brisk, calm walk. 

i might make a TO RADICALLY ACCEPT list this weekend and chip away at it before my inevitable death. 

i don’t want the last word of this post to be ‘death’ so let’s just say that i can not wait to own a puppy of a TBD breed…of puppy. puppy. puppy.