Honestly, I feel really trapped. I’m my own house, my own mind. I don’t feel good enough for anyone, a friend or a lover. I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t think I am the person that I am looking at. I wish for an emotional connection. A lover. I always seem to fall short of what is expected of me.
Shut up, count your calories
I never looked good in mom jeans
Wish I was like you
Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body.
me: *gets drunk*
mental illnesses: we’re still here btw (:
me: what the fuck??????????
Heroin chic is GOALS. I don’t even care, it’s a look.
