I hate when you cry

In the car. Especially in the summer. Because as your tears stream down your face, your air conditioner damn near freezes them against your cheeks.

I hate when I cry most ever time, but I especially hate it in the car. With the AC on.

Feet.

I'm walking with my head down today. Not because I'm sad, or lonely or wallowing in self pity just begging for a bully to pick on me, no. Simply because I'm watching. I'm watching feet. Some (most) people are disgusted with feet. Their stench, and their dry, cracked skin is a flaw on the body. But I'm watching feet because I'm fascinated by them. Enthralled by them. How some point in. How some point out. How fast they move how hard the stomp. How lightly they tip toe. How they make flips-flop. How some are disproportionate in that awkward stage of being a teenager. I love feet. I love the stories they tell. Where have they been? What have they tread on?

Fishing family.

I've been here for two days now with these men that I love so dearly.

Fat.

That's how I feel.

My dog is inside today.

And she's eating everything. Swear she's not dead.


Yet.

Watching.

But not getting a tattoo. Watching my younger best friend. Go out and get one. But I'm too scared to piss my dad off to get one.

What's wrong with me?
Have I outgrown my rebellious state?
What's happened to me? I've become a.. a... Wuss. Good word. I've become a wuss and I'm scared to piss people off now.

Ink

May or may not possibly be getting a tattoo tomorrow. Nervous? Check.

Car ride

With a 2 yr old for 9 hours..
Not been as bad as I expected.

Still at the beach.

It day three (the last one thank you Lord). And here I am again. Not actually at the shoreline soaking up sun rays and playing in the water. I'm snuggled under a fleece blanket on my bunk bed listening to radical face and talking to my boyfriend. Life is still good. Even if I'm don't come out in the daylight. Like a vampire? No. More just like a loser.

I just want to sleep. In my own bed. In the dark. All alone. No noise. For a solid 8 hours.

will that Ever happen?

I don't want to admit the truth.

Mansess

The nephew. ❤

& with a headache

I continue to sit at this computer because of the lack of things to do here. Yes, I'm at the beach, I'm aware. Sand! Salt! Sun! Even a pool!
Thats all very nice.
For people who aren't allergic to it all.
So here I sit. In this room. Looking at this screen like maybe it will type itself because it knows how I really feel. But my fingers keep ticking away because I know it doesn't. Nothing, nor no one really does.