My Hair Has Gotten To The Point I Can Pull An Abby Sciuto.

My hair has gotten to the point I can pull an Abby Sciuto.

As a retail worker, I once in a blue moon get tips, but the other day a customer dead ass walked across the street and bought me a fucking iced coffee and topped me that way😭

Bless you and best travels back home, miss!!❤️

It’s weird to me that I feel like I’m at a point on my socials that I was at YEARS prior on my old accounts (that have been deleted or don’t go on and no longer updated them).

It’s both comforting and weird, but making the full circle is sort of satisfying?

As someone who suffers cherophobia (defined as the fear and or aversion of happiness, but for me it’s the fear of becoming happy and knowing something bad will happen immediately or soon after achieving happiness) I have felt this sort of satisfied for a few days now…

I post the positives in my life but yet I sit in fear knowing… waiting… and I hate it. I absolutely hate it.

DM with your cash app tag or paypal to get spoiled with weekly allowances ❤️🥀

Appreciate it, but please maybe consider giving it to a charity/cause that needs it more than I🙏 bless you.

Also, I became an ordained minister the other day lol.

When you want to be dark academia but it turns out you’re light academia.