I am sick and tired. I am sick and tired of you two. You feel so insecure and shit. How do you think I feel? How do you think it feels to be 153 pounds? Oh, that's right, you wouldn't fucking know. How do you think it feels to not have a thigh gap? How do you think it feels for me, hmm? I've never cut because of my appearance. I don't know why you would want to. You wanting to cut yourself for those reasons makes me feel like I should just overdose or cut myself deep enough to die. Thanks for making feel so disgusting and unwanted in this "perfect" society. Thanks. I really needed that, to be honest, LOL. If you feel insecure, how much more do you think I feel? And oh. To another person. You've been crazy for a guy you know is never going to feel the same way for you. You fucking got a boyfriend at the dance today. Then, you go and tell me you're still in love with the other guy. How selfish can you be? I saw him first, but instead, I hooked you two up and now, you regret it? Don't pull that shit with me. But, whatever. I don't care anymore. Don't be surprised if I just stop talking to both of you.

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