| So I cried a little bit yesterday, and I think it's only fair that everyone know why.
At 22 years of age I have finally realized just how great my life is, and I'm going to try really hard to not forget that.
Sometimes I like to feel sorry for myself, and most of the time when people hear my life story they think I've had a terrible life. I am here today to tell you that this is not true.
I am actually the luckiest person I know. Everywhere I have ever been I have had amazing friends. And I know that everyone thinks they have the greatest friends, but mine top the charts. My friends fly halfway around the world just to spend a week with me. When I was in a car accident my friends drove/drive me around without any complaints. When I needed help moving into school and putting my things together, my friends were there without needing anything in return. When my favorite Nana in the whole wide world was diagnosed with incurable lung cancer, my friends told me I would always have a place in their homes if I needed it. And when I couldn't afford surgery, my friends decided to lend me the money, no questions asked.
And the greatest part? My friends' families who always offer me help of all kinds, and who randomly text me just to tell me they love me and are thinking about me, and who send me money when they've never even met me (I couldn't take it! but it was super nice!).
And despite my parents, my family is fantastic. They took care of my brother and me when we weren't their responsibility. They are completely the reason I am alive and happy and going to have a future.
I'm not going to lie to you folks, I'm the kind of girl you should be jealous of. And when I get in a bad mood and think only bad things ever happen to me, I'm going to read this post and remember just how truly happy I am.
-Lindsey Rae 
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| Fuck you 2009.
~Lindsey Rae
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| Ever feel as though every event of your life is foreshadowed by a previous one?
~Lindsey Rae 
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| I know this sounds really stupid, but I hate that people seem to like my hair better when it's straight than when it's curly. It makes me feel...some kind of word I can't think of. Unattractive, maybe?
~Lindsey Rae 
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| Want to hear (read) about my day yesterday?
After a night of drinking where I probably said things I shouldn't have, I left my friends' place yelling at them for breaking one of the four shot glasses I had taken with me. I went down the (concrete) stairs of their building and on the landing I fell and busted my ass and two of the three remaining shot glasses. My tail bone is probably ruined for awhile.
Later that night, while riding a bike (and realizing how much I missed that feeling) my friend's sweatshirt slipped out of my hands, got stuck in the front tire, and the sudden stop of the bike sent me flying off...injuring my knee, arm, and hand in the process.
So it currently hurts to walk, sit, and lie still for too long.
If yesterday wasn't such an insanely fun day, it probably would have sucked a lot. I think Karma is finally catching up with my insanely awful ass. Despite how funny it is, it's also a little scary.
Also-I wish that PostSecret were more likely to post secrets of mine if I sent them in. Here's one I recently made:
~Lindsey Rae 
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