Ahh, it’s like I wrote this.
i don’t really miss you, lindsay bottos, 2012
This series is a collection of thoughts and momentos sewn onto the clothes I wore the most that summer. One of my most therapeutic projects I’ve worked on so far, for sure.
I wouldn’t kill myself if I got pregnant, but I sure as hell would see to it to get an abortion.
Ahh, it’s like I wrote this.
OMG gpoy.
Like, I just got this certificate for having a 3.6 GPA and I really feel like I don’t deserve it at all. I didn’t even really try. I don’t know how the heck I get good grades because seriously, I am a terrible student. No one would ever guess that though. 8/ I don’t need to put in any effort to do well. It freaks me out, haha.
I notice that I do this a lot. Actually just today I really noticed it when I was getting a ride home from school. I can just not talk the whole time, but it’s not awkward - for me at least - because I get completely absorbed in the world inside my head.. I actually feel myself come out of it sometimes. Those moments are the best.
