god damn I miss her.

Was I ever a good friend? And did how I acted really negate all those good times and love? 

no one reads my blog anyway so I don't know why I bother doing the courtesy of leaving out her face in these pictures. I'm glad I have friends who know that they can depend on me now, but I wish she could see that. I'm not who I was. When you're a teenager you change your entire personality in a week, but I really have my shit locked down now. I guess it's too late, but at least I have life skills for myself. I added to my tattoo today and it looks really good. I still miss my dreadlocks. I had a little funeral ceremony for them today- if burying them in the garden and crying about my shit fashion sense counts. My hair feels smooth but it still feels like I'm missing those big hefty beads and the wild fringe. Maybe I'll let my hair grow back in. I think a pixie cut would widen my already wide face, so I guess I'll just see where this goes. Maybe I'll ask my bro autry for help...?

autry fuckin carey, ladies and gentlemen. baddest bitch in town. I LOVE YOU CAREY