the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.
you know what sucks?
i am really sad a lot of the time and i think it’s cause my boyfriend doesn’t make any effort to make sure im happy but he tells me that i don’t appreciate the efforts he does.
i don’t even know, man.
what the fuck is it with guys letting stupid girls draw on their faces. why is it that a pretty face makes a guy lose like their minds and become little play dolls. things like this get me upset because no guy would bend over backwards for me. not even my boyfriend, but when a pretty face comes around backflips are done.
i live in a world where i am constantly meaningless and invisible no one notices me. when i talk people don’t acknowledge me. i don’t turn heads and no one thinks of me being an ideal girlfriend because i don’t have that hot girl look. im not skinny, i don’t have big boobs, my nose is big, and there’s so much more.
sometimes i just want to feel like someone would drop everything to make me feel like i mean something to them for at least for one minute.
i want to know what it feels like to be someone’s world.
I totally forgot it’s my mom’s birthday today.
over the summer im gonna make an apology video to all my friends for being such a lame friend.
ive been writing an essay on pragmatism since 9.
most of that time consisted of me watching “embarrassing bodies” videos on youtube
only three paragraphs done in 5 hours
plus i gotta wak eup early tomorrow to go jogging cause im a FREAKING HIPPO, JESUS