So earlier today, I was recording a snapchat of myself mouthing the words to a song while it was playing on my laptop and when it replayed itself, I swear to god I heard like a fucking ghost man say something in the background. and it wasn’t like something from my laptop because it sounded like as if i said it but i didnt cause i was mouthing words to a song. it was so fucking creepy and im so fucking mad i didnt save it.
All I want for Christmas is the perfect boy. Seriously.
Make me hot and give me someone to make out with.
Someday I will find out a way to make Joseph Gordon-Levitt my husband
Why can’t everyone in the world be nice to eachother?
instead of big fat assholes
I need to stop eating. I need to feel what it’s like to be in control again. I felt more in control when I was starving myself than I do now.
There’s nothing I hate worse than people trying to tell me to be someone I’m not, or people not letting me be who I wanna be or accepting me for who I am. Most of you can probably relate to this feeling, because most of you are probably thinking of your parents when you read this. I don’t mean to sound like some cliche teen drama.. and maybe some of you feel the same way. But, for me, everyone around me treats me this way. All I want is to be loved for who I am… I’m sick of people coming up to me and saying things like, “you need to be more confident”, “you need to learn to not be such a slob”, “you should wear less makeup”, “you should wear more makeup”, “you need to be happier”, “don’t be so shy”, “don’t be so indecisive with everything” and so on. My imperfections make me who I am, whether I like them or not, and I would hope that the people in my life would love me enough that they would learn to love my imperfections. The only person in my life that I can think of that can always make me smile, because to him I’m just me and that’s all he wants from me. and that’s my Grandpa. Sometimes I get so tired of people telling me who to be, I just want to fly far away.. far enough away where I wouldn’t feel as though I was such a burden in everyone’s perfect existence.
Sorry for the rant, I’m done now.