SWAG.

Ohh lala, felt spunky last week and shot an email over to MF Magazine to see about their upcoming SWAG shoot, and they responded with an offer to throw me in their next one.

...on Wednesday!

Scary, hopefully it goes well! Can't wait.

Lovin' You, Spring Trends.

Yay.

Back To Me.

Black hair, we meet again. Please don't ever leave.

It just looks the best. So gladddd. And let me just say...when the box says "black", it means black!!!

Perfect.

I feel like myself again!

Back To Me.

Stress.

A six letter word that seems to feel a whole lot longer. My breathing is going south, once again. I've been on some kind of obnoxious prescription to help me relax and hopefully fix my breathing. Only after millions of tests to check out my lung function and vocal chords did I agree to taking the meds...I hate being medicated, especially for no reason because medicine never works for me.

Anyways, I'm convinced that it hasn't really done anything to help at all but now I can't exactly stop cold turkey because there's a chance I'll turn in to a depressed, emo, psycho killer who wishes their life would just end. 

...Not a good time.

So, now that I have some new stress in my life I can totally tell that I'm feeling anxious almost all the time, just as I was before I started the dang pill poppin'. Case end point, obviously, it doesn't work because I feel like crap right now! What I need are some heavy duty horse tranquilizers or something for panic attacks. Not some stinkin' daily pill I can't remember to take that's technically used to treat depression which, in my case, is non-existent.

Trying to fall asleep really sucks when your brain won't turn off. Or when you can't take a deep breath to save your life.