Weightless

This weekend was so not my weekend. For starters, I was fired... from the job I worked so hard to get. Honestly? It was because one of my other co-workers messed up and I took the blame for it. I honestly think they would have taken me back... if I hadn't made a scene. To summarize it I threw my uniform at them and screamed "Suck on this bitches" before running out... I wasn't happy, and that seemed logical at the time. Second, my date for this weekend's concert bailed on me. That pissed me off because he pulled the "I'm Sick" card, when he was perfectly healthy. I called bullshit, and I was just sick of it. It felt like every single one of my weekends was going to be the exact same thing. I was stuck in a rut that I so desperately wanted to get out of. This was my last year of high school and I had pretty much wasted it sitting around watching the minutes pass by. No, this year was going to be different. I was going to be different... and it was going to start today.

My mom expected that I was going to come home after work... instead I called her and said I was working overtime and that I was sleeping over at my friend Ciarra's house. She believed me... considering she thought Ciarra and I were still friends.... we haven't spoken in over a year. I went straight from work, over to the salon. I got my long brown hair cut into a layered bob, with blunt front bangs... I also got my hair dyed black with an under layer of white in my bangs and the rest of my hair. I then proceeded to the tattoo and piercing