i talk, a lot. i make people smile- i make them cry. but i know that i have funny thoughts.
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So I might actually blog from my phone.

Ever had one of those moments when you want to try something on and there's one part of you that you don't like? The one bit that you'll focus on for that whole day?

Worst. Experience. Ever

I'm sorry but I think i'm realted to a superficial, backstabbing bitch. When something doesn't look good on you accept that. Okay? I did that, but you can't help but notice it.

Just when I thought I fucking got over the way I viewed myself.

Thanks mother, really, for letting it all coil back and hit me right in the face. Thank you for making me feel unperfect and just plain ugly. Thank you and fuck you. At the same time. I'm sorry, I must sound like the biggest brat.

Try having a self-obsessed mother.
Fuck it, right?