I got fired today, from a shitty ass job I’ve been in for six years that has sucked the goddamn life out of me. 

So, how was your Valentine’s day? 

On the one hand, fired, very bad. No money, very bad.

On the other, I’m finally away from that shithole and I can work on repairing the self-esteem it drained, and get mentally healthy again. 

Also now I’m out, I can dye my damn hair purple, and not pretend my industrial piercing was a pin holding my ear together and WEAR MAKE UP WHEN I WANT TO WITHOUT BEING ACCUSED OF TRYING TO IMPRESS ANYONE. BITCH WANTS TO WEAR FUCHSIA PINK LIPSTICK, SHE’LL WEAR IT. SHE WANTS TO WEAR BITCH BLACK, SHE’LL WEAR IT. FUCK ALL OF Y’ALL. 

I’m trying to stay positive at the moment, because those assholes don’t deserve my damn tears.