Think I’ve just accepted I’m always gonna be the drunk cousin of the family that’s always away somewhere exotic with her tits out and comes home occasionally with a new hairstyle every time
Hate how conflicting my emotions are.. like I’m trying to be happy n positive so hard then the other side of my brain creeps in like no bitch not today
Had so many Irish people who’re abroad dm me asking for advice on if they should get an emergency flight home to Irl or wait this thing out and I honestly can’t even help bcos I’m in the same boat😖 this is such a scary time for everyone
So our whole trip to Australia has to be rescheduled to a later date, again...(understandable) but fuck me I can’t help feeling like everything little thing in the universe is telling me not to go