Everyday I want to break down and give up, then I realize things are only temporary.
I don’t expect my “friends” to like me, because to me they’re only options.
No one really understands, or knows about what goes on in my life. And I like it.
I have a horrible habit of holding on to grudges for a long time.
When my mom is bitchin'
mccallstone: totally-relatable: She’s mad for no reason like I’m like, “The fuck?” She says, “YOU GOTTA ATTITUDE NOW?” I’m like, “Wait, me?” Then she’s like: So I run to my room like WTF! (via Totally-Relatable: The funniest relatable posts.) I am in love with that gif from the rocky horror picture show LOL
I care less and less about people each and every single day.
If I ever had to apologize to my mother about anything it would have to be for growing up so fast.
My biggest fear is growing up, because the older we get the more and more we become that person we said we never would become.
I have a phobia of taking bubble baths.
You would think that with the daily compliments I get, I would feel more special. But no compliments ever makes me feel as special, or good looking as the ones from my boyfriend.