Dear Diary,

I'm fucking crazy, but I am free.
I love storms. They let me know that even the sky screams sometimes.

I love storms. They let me know that even the sky screams sometimes.

(via prettylittleowlies)

Acceptance.

So this morning before church my mother felt the need to ask me to put on makeup, change my clothes and brush my hair, to which I replied “ITS CHURCH I’M NOT GOING TO IMPRESS ANYONE!” (mind you I don’t look freaking homeless or anything. Also this is a reoccurring conversation between us) she was applaud to say the very least. I wish I could understand how her mind works. I wish I cared about things like how good I dress, how my makeup looks best 24/7, about my hair always being on point, and or what shoes are on my feet… Siiiiike! LOLOL I think I actually kinda like being me! :) P.s Ironic how the service ended up being about materialism! Hahaha #life <3 But to each their own though, different paths to the same destination!