1. 1 year ago 

   what are friends for anyways?

   sometimes, i lay awake in bed, thinking about what i’ve accomplished in my whole 25 (okay, okaaaay, 26) years of my life.

   i made some wrong turns, bad decisions, dug my way out, and came back up to the surface. i certainly don’t regret a single thing. (except maybe my crap ass chicken scratch of a tattoo on my shoulder. it was the result of a stupid bet i made when i was 14 - don’t judge man!)

   one of the many things that i’m proud of is the friends i made along the way. they were there for me, forgivingly, whenever i needed them. there was never once i felt lonely because i knew that anyone of them would be a phone call away.  

   so to all my crazyfuckedup friends: thank you for being in my life. each and everyone of you, complete me.

happiness sits just outside my window. happiness feels a lot like sorrow. happiness damn near destroys you.

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