My name is Ciarra. Im 15 years old. I like sweaters, animals, and ice cream. Ask me anything yo.
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
my teacher sent a student home today because the student had had an anxiety attack earlier in the morning and she said “if you have a broken bone, you don’t just keep walking on it and damaging it more, you treat it. Your mental health is the same. Health then school.”I was about to get really angry but it took a different turn than I expectedwe really need more teachers like this
like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit
i forgot to drink my monster last night so
breakfast is a full can of monster energy i guess