Guts and Tears

theres this kis in my class who always like to take off his sweater in front of all the girls. and when he does, his shirt always rides up a little bit. MY GOD. he is so pale and and so thin and so mer. AND he has the BUSHIEST BLACK happy trail i’ve EVER seen. its disgusting. he thinks he can get any girl in the world. seriously. he’s so arrogent and obnoxious and disgusting. I HATE HIM. 

had plans this whole entire weekend and then everyone cancelled on me. Days like these that make me feel like no one cares.

I always put myself before anyone. But no ones does that for me. I’m not special enough to them. I’m not special enough for anyone. No one asks me to hang out. I always ask people to hang out. No texts me first or is excited to see me. I’m useless. I’m a waste of space. I bet if I left or moved there lives wouldn’t change a bit. When she leaves for collage she wont miss me as much as I will miss her. I’m done. I’m sick of trying and putting my heart on my sleeve and have people stab me in the back. We were best friends. but i suppose you got bored and tossed me aside. From now on. I’m done. I dont want to talk to you I dont want to see you. Have fun with your new friends and I hope you dont go to dominican. 

repressions:

READ - Stockholm by Kim Yokota on Flickr.
the-giantess:

María Victoria by Carolina Leal. on Flickr.

my dad is so drunk. so sad. 

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