✨🌙💜Mae💜🌙✨

Once upon a time i used to remember all the songs in order on my mp3 player in elementary school, like 3rd/4th grade??I can remember a couple songs and I cant really remember the order :( my mp3 player was small and square shaped and it was purple w/ teal details on the buttons. It also could clip on your clothes, it was meant to be for runners but I used it to hide it under my jacket so i could listen to it during recess. I didn’t start sneakily listening to music in the classroom until middle school.

My hobby lately has been sewing and bedazzling… I got my bedazzling kit on Wednesday and I’m already out of glue and most of the purple gems and all the wax pen tips have broken from from overuse(maybe i should use less pressure 🤪) ive had a migraine all week so ive been home in pain and all sad and doing my little crafts have made my week. I also started taking a higher dose of Wellbutrin and my mood and focus is a lot better. #imokayimgonnabeokay

I dont know what to do with my mom anymore. Im so terrifed of telling her im upset shes doing drugs… but like can she blame me?? She texted me yesterday. She started the conversation with telling me updates with her love life. And then I replied with something like, Oh cool! She seems nice. And then she said we dont take often anymore, and it makes her sad. She hoped she didnt do anythinv to make me not want to talk to her… Well i can think of a couple things, how can you not? Her new moved in girlfriend is the girl she had over when my mother attempted to do coke in front me. I told myself that I wanted to confront her, make her choose her relationship with her daughter over drugs. She gave me the perfect way to bring it up, but I cant. Ive left the notification bubble sit in the corner of the messenger app on my homescreen. Everytime i open my phone Im reminded that its there. Im the kind of person that cant sleep until all the notications are checked and my homescreen looks clean. But I cant open it. I cant tell her. Im terrified of her reaction, she doesnt react very well to things. Last time I attempted to set a boundary regarding money she said things that broke heart, she tried guilting me. And she succeeded. Shes the one stealing money, doing drugs, and having her kids live w/ friends because she didn’t want to be an adult after her boyfriend broke up with her, but Im the bad daughter. Even now I feel like if I stand up to her I’ll be a bad daughter.

Texting my Jehovah witness grandma while drunk it such a funny turn of events

Thinking about yellow chamomile fields during golden hour and it smells like farms and rain… now that is nostalgia for ya.