It’s been a long time since I’ve cried over my weight. Figures the insecurities all come back when a guy is involved.
And then she died and not one person cared.
In other words, I’m not okay.
Did I mention I feel like an annoying bitch sometimes?
Its a scary feeling not being too sure if you can go to your friends for help. I mean, I talk about my bigger problems with them without issue. Its the little things.. the loneliness, the thoughts, how I hate myself that is hard. I wish I could let them have this blog. They could just read this and know. But I feel pathetic. I’m sad every night. And I don’t want to keep it all to myself because then ill explode into a huge ball of self hate.
I’m not far from that now. I mean, the only thing I like about myself is my hair and that’s.. just sad. I just need… to be fearless. And I can’t even do that.
Just fuck it – right? Enough, that’s it You’ll still go on – well, for a bit Another day of utter shit. And then there were none…
i don’t even get what’s wrong with this gif
i mean she pours the soda perfectly why do they all shit their pants
BITCH I WANTED ORANGE SODA
i really like it when boys look nice in suits like wow a+ you can wear that to my bedroom