Diva-Witch, Fashion Hippie. I look for treasures everywhere I go, crafting my life with passion and inspiration. Blogger for 10 years.
I’m trying not to regret anything - ever. I’m not the regret type. But sometimes I just ask myself, how the fuck did I put up with so much BS? I’m trying to have good memories about certain things, but then they get clouded by getting yelled at memories, or being treated like a contract or employee in the wrong setting.
Sometimes the truth is not always the right thing to use. I’m all about principles, but sometimes you have to let some things slide and understand other people’s principles as well. That’s something that didn’t work with some people in the past - and that’s why they will always remain people of the past. I can be pretty closed-minded sometimes, but I always keep a margin of error in my expectations.
I’ll never let anyone ever speak to me like that again. Ever. Especially since I was getting shit for things that were completely out of my hands. Not my fault if the delivery guy didn’t show up. Fuck off.