ashleyapocalypse
Ah, summer time. I kind of hate it. I hate "swimsuit" season, and I hate how people look at me oddly for wanting to stick with skinny jeans and sweatshirts, all year round. I love swimming, but I've never felt comfortable with my body, so it's hard to find a time when I actually lovei t as much as I used to. This word just kinda made me depressed. I like Spring and Fall better.
Ragged. I assume most people would think homeless, torn up, maybe even poor, sick or any other term some people deem unworthy of normal life. Well not me, I love homeless people, [most] have their morals in check, they aren't swayed by how many possessions they have, and for the most part, if they don't like you, you're a legitimate dick. I also love the 'poor' lifestyle. Growing up I lived in a single story (Oh my god!) 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom house. Yeah, 1 bathroom. And you know what? I love that house. It was always so cozy and no matter how dirty it was, it was so inviting. Plus when you have nothing, you learn to live your life with what you have, and you develop and ACTUAL personality, and usually, and imagination. I give my childhood credit for my love in writing, and my imagination skills.
Whenever I see this word, often one thing comes to mind. Those stupid little support links on every single site. Over half the time when I click on those little buggers, it provides nothing to help me with the problem I'm having. It's horrid and I sometimes don't see the actual use of the damn button. Personalized help is what people need, like an online therapist.