Trims are for hedges. Cuts are for warriors.
Attempting suicide ended up being one of the best things that ever happened to me because I finally didn’t give a shit.
I met Sandy toward the end of 7th grade at the graffiti wall where all the smokers hung out. She had porcelain skin, dyed hair, tiny feet and balls of steel. You guys get to meet her next week. You're welcome. We were best friends for 10 years. Our addictions brought us together and then tore... Continue Reading →
Sparks Middle School became my eighth school, but marked the first time I changed schools without changing houses. This was also the only time I kept vodka in my locker, spent as much time in detention as Bender in “The Breakfast Club,” and attempted suicide in public. Ends up I stayed alive long enough to... Continue Reading →