Name is Dawn.
Fake it til you make it.
My dog has my heart.
My current goal is to move the hell outta this house & into an apartment.
Don’t you hate it when you’re in a great mood and then that fucking thought just HAS to pop into your mind and take away all you’re fucking happiness away. And you’re just left sitting there angry and miserable and thinking about that one stupid thing and the web of miserableness that forms from it.