moms are so temperamental you say one thing like “have you seen my hoodie” and theyre like your HOODIE??? YOUR HOODIE???? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS I HAVE TO DO EVERY DAY AND YOU THINK I HAVE TIME TO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR HOODIE? NOBODY HELPS ME IN THIS HOUSE I DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF AND NOBODY ASKS HOW I AM YOUR FATHER IS AN ALCOHOLIC
I’m tired of comparing myself to other girls who are prettier, thinner, and more popular than I am.
I’m tired of feeling like shit because I don’t have a thousand followers on twitter or instagram.
I’m done with it all.
I’m beautiful too and I will never again rely on a number or boy to justify that fact.
I’m fucking great and it’s about time I realize it and stop comparing myself to other people!
"It scares me to death to think that one day I might look back into my life and realize that I lived it painfully ordinary."
ur gonna be okay
go put some PJ’s in the dryer, take a long shower, put on ur warm jammies, and crawl into bed with some tea and a good book
because you are gonna be okay