I remember not too long ago when my leg looked like a tiki hut. It wasn't the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen.... but it was a part of my body that I wasn't proud of. I know that within the last 2 years I have resorted to that. But lately I just sleep.
If I'm hungry, I sleep. I'm sad, I sleep. I'm angry, I sleep. Maybe it's not so responsible, because school stresses me out, and yes, I choose to sleep over doing homework any day... but I'd rather a C on my report card than a slash on my thigh.
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