imagine trying to take a shit while in the arena
like with cameras everywhere and the constant fear of being killed
and like what would happen if someone popped up and killed you mid poop
and you became know as the person who died mid poop during the hunger games
*txts back 20 days later & picks up the conversation where we left off as if no time has passed and without an excuse*
So the other day I’m at the hair salon getting these extensions put in and there’s tabloids all over the hair salon, that’s where they are, I guess and I don’t really look at them ever, I really don’t.
life is hard when you’re shy and just below average looking