I was driving down the road today after work. As vulgar as this sounds, I saw a dead animal on the side of the street and started to think about how everyones life at some point gets fucked over/up/royally. I'm just happy that mine is happening sooner rather than later. I will get revenge on the queer who called the police on me, I will. I know revenge is never a good thing, but it is always undeniably sweet.
I mean, on one side there is me, a little rich, white girl, with a great life ahead of her. Good friends, the perfect boyfriend.
Then on the other side there is me, a soon-to-be convicted felon, self-destructive, bad girl for life. Seriously, something should feel wrong right now. Shouldn't it? I guess I'm just so numb from the past 2 days that all I can do is worry about what will unfurl in the next month to come. God help me.