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YEAH

I’m done, you can go FUCK YOURSELF you ugly shit. I’m done. Not responding to you anymore. 

I don’t think you realize how much you bother me. You act as if you are better, more worthy, as if you deserve higher. When I look at my reflection, as much as it bothers me and as much as it kills me, I am better looking if I do say so than others that you are found of. They sound easy, or bitchy. They don’t sound wholesome. 

So what if I am fucking sensitive, I have a HEART. A big god damn one too, I drop everything and give the shirt off my back for people, even though I know I won’t get a return.

These girls that you like just sound like girls who say “yes” to your every plea. They get shitfaced, they get sloppy, they fuck guys left and right. 

I’m sorry I am not like every girl, I’m sorry of being sorry, I’m sick of feeling like shit because guys like you make me feel like I need to change in order to get your attention. 

To every fucking guy out there. You make me so upset, so mad, and downright almost suicidal all the time. Not only do I get singled out by guys but even girls, and in that case some of my friends. Even my mom. 

I wake up everyday dreading to look in the mirror. That fucking hollow feeling that today is just “another day” to work, or apply for jobs, or do errands. I’ll slap on a skirt and a shirt, because I want to feel good about myself. I make sure my eyelashes are extremely long just like my mothers, i make sure that my brows are just right and not too big, because no guy likes that. By the time I leave to get in my car I already have my mind set on that day. I have this fear of looking in people’s eyes in public, especially men. Because I feel like utter shit, and I am sick of being made fun of, I’m sick of hating myself, 

I have a reason too. It’s not selfishness. I have disliked myself since childhood, because my brother was very sick and I thought it was my fault, I felt like I deserved it. 

I swear to God, sometimes it feels like I won’t see the age of 25. 

homleschapel:

summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell

americanapparel:

Barbara wearing the Lace Crop Tee and Lip Gloss. May 2013.


blah

stop ignoring people like as if you are better, your communication skills SUCK