So, I guess I'm not who I say I am because my salute was rejected.
I should have seen it coming; for some reason, I don't look like me in the set of photos I took for the salute.
Yeah, I said it. The set. If you see one picture of me on the internet, chances are it is one picture chosen out of probably ten. Yeah, that's why my pictures look so great.
But, like I was saying, I just wasn't looking like ME when I was taking the pictures. I thought, maybe it's because my hair's up, so I took my hair down, and it made me look fat! I'm not fat! In fact, I've been steadily losing weight for the last three months (due to I walk an hour to work six days a week). I don't know, maybe my webcam's all fucked up.
The pictures in my album of me with the cigarette and me with my hair up, in the green shirt, those looked awesome, not grainy or blurry or anything. Now, it's all fuzzy and I can't figure it out.
Ashley cried on me today. I felt super terrible for telling her that I didn't want to be mixed up in Latisha's and her problems because she was crying and saying, "I know you don't care but I just needed a hug," and it blew me away because I didn't know what to say.
She's so tiny! I wanted to cradle her in my arms like my momma used to and tell her that everything's going to be okay.
She wouldn't listen, anyway.
S.
