There are nice ways to say things and then there are thoughtless ways. When I express myself carelessly, I can create unnecessary conflict and turn potential allies into resentful adversaries. Even when I claim to be unaffected by the attitudes of others, I can't help but feel sensitive. Must I really  make an allowance for someone else's unconscious actions?

I'm not sure of where I'm going, but I'm on the way.
I'm done stressing about school.
I think I have a job at ulta.
I had a really good birthday, regardless of getting kicked out of my house.
Rachel took me to lil five points and got me drunker than a white bitch at Becca's.
Amber took my boy and I to Atlantic station to eat a strip, then to the Hookah bar.

After all the fucking work I did for West Georgia, I start at the Art Institute of Atlanta in July. Thank you low SAT scores.