A year ago I had friends. Now all I have is a bitter taste in my mouth and anger in my heart. I hope you're happy now.
trusting and opening to people is becoming hard. keeping my grades up is becoming hard. feeling pretty and confident is becoming hard. thinking joyful thoughts are becoming hard. doing work is becoming hard. maintaining a friendship is becoming hard. doing everything is becoming hard and i don’t like it.
on a scale of one to invade russia in the winter
how bad is your idea
we all have that friend who has to ask her mother to breathe
i asked my mom if it was ok to reblog this and she said yes
My mom said no, but I do it anyway
*gasps of horror*I didn’t even ask my mom *sweats nervously incase mom uses her mom sense to find out that I rebloged this*