But I guess throwing myself a pity party isn’t going to do shit.
I love venting to tumblr because I have zero followers so no one even sees it.
I try to act like I’m such a happy person when in reality I’m breaking. I’m bottling it all up and I can’t take it anymore.
Nothing is more frustrating then when you’re putting your all into something and the other person just doesn’t give a fuck
I wish I didn’t feel the need to have a boy. I wish I didn’t feel the need to have a boy to only feel pretty. I wish I didn’t think that having a boyfriend defines you. I wish I didn’t put myself down so much. I wish I didn’t think this way. I wish I didn’t feel this way. I just want to feel pretty.
perks of being a girl I can think about whatever I want in class without worrying about boners
hearingandbelieving: drnuk: I AM SCREAMING I live for this shit
me when i go out: i should've stayed home
me when i stay home: i should've gone out
me when i'm around people: i want to be alone
me when i'm alone: i want to be around people
me when i'm mean to people: i need to be nicer
me when i'm nice to people: i need to be meaner