i miss my vacation. i didn't realize just how much a job would take over my life.

i mean, i knew, i just didn't REALLY know.

three hours at the end of the day just doesn't seem enough.

but the good news is once i have my own place i'll be able to freely go without dinner, instead of my sweet mother saving me a plate and me getting creative....god i feel like i'm going to hell for throwing away her thoughtful kindness...

starving + bleeding