POOP
Every day I was like, well this sucks I have no friends and I’m surrounded by people who dislike me. Then I came back to California and I realized: a few people out here actually give a shit about me. There is only a small number of them, but they mean the world to me.
I could get used to this… haha
It’s one of those days where I kind of hate every person around me. Like why are you so happy and why is it so beautiful outside when Im still miserable?

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Big-Bang-in-watercolor-367386297
Wanted to show support for this amazing artist. I am a huge fan of hers.


