Why do I constantly put myself in such a bad mood over someone who takes me for granted? I’m done. I’m exhausted with trying. You can’t make it right anymore. Yolo-ing the rest of my high school career because frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

Only the discoverer of Tutankhamen’s tomb
would know how she felt upon finding this treasure
hidden by a little boy 40 years ago.

Day 1 of work went great! 

I know I will most likely dread missing all of the graduation parties I have been invited to because of the hours I get at work, but if I’m getting paid I honestly do not mind. 

The people I work with make everything a little more bearable. 

My first customer was this hipster looking guy who complimented me on what a great job I did. I think he sensed I was nervous. 

I am dreading this summer less and less :) 

I wish I spoke to my followers more often.