i can’t handle / tolerate most human beings anymore aside from my boyfriend and his intermediate family.
it’s six am, i’ve been staring at car porn for the past hour in between typing up and editing my boyfriends homework that i did for him as a favor this week. every time i think i’m in a weird place in my life, i wind up being appreciative of how lucky i am. some ass hole in a corolla nearly ended my life a little over a week ago, but some how i walked away with whiplash and a support system that i didn’t think could grow any stronger. but it did. i’m really lucky in the grand scheme of things, despite my inborn cynicism. i might have a natural draw for disaster, but i sure am glad for every bit of it.