It’s all messed up:
I’ll fight for you, but I will not compete for you. There’s a difference.
It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.
i think the worst part about being in pain on the inside is that you don’t know how to express it
dads are either too nice or assholes there is no in between
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
i’m jealous of people who have cute laughs and fast metabolisms and nice teeth and good hair and can just make any outfit look good and get along with everyone and are great at sports and do well in school bc none of that is me