How did I fucking get here?

My sister escorted me to my first class.
A year later, I left like I was friends with everyone. I really wasn’t.
2011 was a hot mess; my first taste of drama.

Here I am. Six feet small.
And smiling cause I’m scared as hell.

When June finishes, the uniform goes to the cousins.
I predict a YOLO kind of summer. ..(did i actually just say YOLO without sarcasm?) L:O L

I have absolutely no idea what’s ahead for me and I’m not at all optimistic.

I’m just glad I made it this far. 

And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via thehipsterkids)