seriously help me the fuck out i’m freaking out i can’t control myself and i forget what happiness is and i feel like crying but nothing’s coming out help

sometimes it’s difficult to deal with all of the thoughts that race through my brain

aw remember when me and andrea and marce hung out in texas

and we drove around brownsville, literally the worst town in the world, until 2 am

and then we went to south padre island and marce got hit on by that hot southern boy named dustin, who’s apparently the only attractive guy within 45 minutes of brownsville, and then tia maryvel made her leave so that we could go eat some really mediocre pizza

and then i spent the worst, most sunburnt night of my life in a shitty hotel on la isla

and then back in brownsville we tried to get permits so my mexican relatives could get out of brownsville because there isn’t anything to do in brownsville but the first woman was a cold bitch and the second man was a puta mendoza who thought tio faruk was working in el norte so uncle stuart brought out his i worked for barack obama connections and bitched out and then the third time was the charm because acuerdate de tu gorro porque hace sol

oh and then we went for a chill four-hour car ride to san antonio where we had a beautiful hotel room paid for by uncle stuart (who hates me)

and then we went to six flags where we met up with andrea’s awesome friends the perez family and max is the most adorable five-year old i’ve met and i rode scary roller coasters because yolo 

so then the perez girls stayed in our room and we had like seven people crammed in the night before easter and so i had to awkwardly tell tia marcela that i wasn’t going to church because atheism

and then we went shopping at the sunrise mall back in brownsville more times than i want to admit

except it was kind of fun because andrea tried to get me to buy some makeup at dillard’s so that really adorable gay guy who was giving me a trial of some unnatural-looking foundation made really adorable conversation with me and then i told him i was from new york and then he said his boyfriend is trying to convince him to move to new york with him aw he was so nice it’s too bad that the makeup looked horrible on me

and then it was the last night there and i fell asleep on a beanbag chair wearing my lacy black dress with the zipper half-down

and then on the plane ride back natasha spent the entire hour on the connecting flight complaining about all the bullshit that uncle stuart talked about in the car ride back from san antonio 

that was a fun trip