I just don’t understand why I’m always so jealous and worried, when I know that my boyfriend loves me unconditionally and has told me everyday…
don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. they’d know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
- me 50% of the time: I want to do well in school and make my parents proud and wear pretty clothes and do yoga and drink green tea and be in control of my life
- me the other 50%: I want to drink too much and not care about anyone and kiss boys whose names I don't remember and always go out with my friends and be out of control
- me actually: *sitting in my bed, tumbling, listening to music or watching tv, eating, crying, doing nothing all day long*
