Brittany

When I die, I want “to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure” on my tombstone.

What if you were walking though a Hunted House and when you turned the corner there was a fucking Weeping Angel?

That would scare me more than a zombie, axe murderer, chainsaw slinger and a bleeding half dead person all put together. 

Loyalty is what I value above everything else.

Not like “I’m gonna fight anyone who is mean to my friend” bullshit. Everyone has friends that don’t get along, that’s life, you just put on a smile and don’t get stuck in the middle. But that “knowing who your priorities are” type of loyalty. When it comes down to it, if a line is ever drawn, knowing what side you’re on. Standing by the people who would and already have stood by you though anything. And not jumping ship to the easiest and most convenient option at the moment. If you don’t have that kind of loyalty, I can’t have any respect for you. 

I really try not to judge other people.

But it’s fucking weird when you see people who are the exact same as they were in high school. They do the same stuff, hang out with the same people and still live with their parents. I guess that’s not really judging, its just making an observation.

I want to get the fuck out of Tucson.

I’m so unhappy here. I have been for awhile now. I never even wanted to live here, I just didn’t want to live in SV. Now I feel like I’m stuck. I feel like my whole life is stuck. I know I have the power to change it, I just need to do it.