Okay. Just because I post things about me hating my body or thinking I’m fat does not mean I think YOU are fat. Just because you weigh more than me and I call myself fat does not mean I am calling YOU fat. I think people look beautiful the way they are, with more weight or less. It’s just that I’m not satisfied with how I look and how I feel about myself. My self image has nothing to do with you. So please stop saying or thinking that I’m being rude, selfish, and mean because you think I’m calling YOU fat. I’m not.
I’m not the girl boys fall in love with. I don’t have a talent in anything special. I’m not outstandingly beautiful. I’m not the easiest person to talk to sometimes. I say ‘sorry’ too often. I don’t have the perfect body. I’m not smart or mysterious or fascinating. I’m just me and that never seems to be good enough.
(via rachaeltomato)
I didn’t get the job that I wanted.. I guess I really am too stupid. I’m never going to go anywhere in life. What’s the point anymore?
I think you’ll notice when things become different. The good vibes in our lives won’t feel so consistent. And less becomes more because the weight is too heavy. I swim in the water that’s breaking your levy. The way that you left me is alright, it’s alright. If I argue the point then we yell and we fight. And I won’t be home for the rest of the night. You might hate my words but you know that I’m right…don’t paint me black when I used to be golden.
(via derriksnotsocool)
I feel like i’m wasting my life away; like I’m never going to be able to accomplish anything. I feel like my life has no meaning. I just can’t leave or “get it over with” either. I could, but I know that I’d miss out on too much. I just want to take a peek at my future so I know if everything is going to turn out okay for me. Because right now, I’m scared to death.
Good Morning Texts:
- Morning, Beautiful :D
- Morning, Handsome
- Morning Cutie ;)
- GOOD MORNING!
My Good Morning Texts:
- Nigga wake up
- Wake yo ass up
- Bitch, wake up
- BBBBY, WAKE UUP.
- Fine, stay asleep, turd.
I shouldn’t have to change what I look like and who I am for someone to like me. It’s not fair. I always end up being “one of the guys.”
What if we already have met, talked to, or came in contact with the person we’re going to marry? It just wasn’t our time to fall in love with them yet?
Whoa whoa, hold up. Don’t tell me you fucking miss me and make plans to hang out with me and then ignore me last minute FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND.
Nothing like scrolling and your father walking in right when there is a penis showing….
