Smoking weed with you, 'cause you taught me to
"But yeah I need the weed,
The weed will help me with the greed"
So green is supposed to be the color of 2013.
Emerald is my birth stone.
This year is also the year of the snake according to the Chinese zodiac, and I'm a
1989 bebe!
As an atheist, I don't believe in destiny/fate, but in a world of coincidence. That aside,
I'm taking all these coincidences as motivation that this will be my year to shine.
I've been trying to become a more positive person by shutting out all the negativity that inhabits my mind.
I have promised myself that this year is about growing in my career and the only way to do that is to tackle my anxieties.
Social anxiety.
And social media was really fucking with me, FB to be exact.
There were certain pages/people that I didn't have the ovaries to delete due to my Warholian fear of conflict, and at the end of the day, I loved their dramoo.
It became the equivalent of checking the refridgerator over and over again but inside is the same tupperware of spoiled food and vacant space.
It has been a few days now since I deactivated it and I truly feel better.
Maybe it's the fact that I got promoted to being the salon's owner assistant this past week and I won't have to hustle at 3 jobs anymore.
Or maybe I really am a manic depressive and I'm reaching a peak after being in the valley so long.
Either way, I feel happy now.
The weed will help me with the greed"
So green is supposed to be the color of 2013.
Emerald is my birth stone.
This year is also the year of the snake according to the Chinese zodiac, and I'm a
1989 bebe!
As an atheist, I don't believe in destiny/fate, but in a world of coincidence. That aside,
I'm taking all these coincidences as motivation that this will be my year to shine.
I've been trying to become a more positive person by shutting out all the negativity that inhabits my mind.
I have promised myself that this year is about growing in my career and the only way to do that is to tackle my anxieties.
Social anxiety.
And social media was really fucking with me, FB to be exact.
There were certain pages/people that I didn't have the ovaries to delete due to my Warholian fear of conflict, and at the end of the day, I loved their dramoo.
It became the equivalent of checking the refridgerator over and over again but inside is the same tupperware of spoiled food and vacant space.
It has been a few days now since I deactivated it and I truly feel better.
Maybe it's the fact that I got promoted to being the salon's owner assistant this past week and I won't have to hustle at 3 jobs anymore.
Or maybe I really am a manic depressive and I'm reaching a peak after being in the valley so long.
Either way, I feel happy now.
"I don't wanna wait for my life to be over,
So I do it now."
So I do it now."