This is the second night this week I’ve heard someone shooting a gun. It sounds like it’s coming from right outside my house. I’m scared to look out the window to see if I see anything because whoever is out there might see me. Every time this happens, I’m scared that I won’t wake up in the morning, but then I always do, and I hope that doesn’t change…
He didn’t even so much as text me on my sweet sixteen. I don’t really think that would have been too much to ask. He ignores all my texts, even the ones where I’ve tried to tell him that I’m about to have surgery. If he wants nothing to do with me then he needs to say so instead of just acting like I don’t exist and he needs to stop lying about getting the texts. If he isn’t getting them, he is the only one. Nobody else has had any problems getting my texts. Some people just shouldn’t have kids.
When they want to sell you a couch accessory, they show someone in black and white looking like they’re in pain and suffering while sitting on the couch. It’s amusing but annoying.
Seriously, the only reason your heart has been broken so many times is because you keep going for players and guys with histories of being players. I know a lot of girls don’t deserve what they get, but I also think a lot of you know what you’re getting into.
My best friends parents got divorced when she was little. Her parents are always fighting and making it hard on her and her brother. And her parents put alot of pressure on her also. Now she has started cutting because her life is messed up. So think about what could happen before you get married or divorced.
It’s kind of like when you’re little and you say a swear word in front if your parents, completely unaware of what it means. I think we should get a list of words we aren’t allowed to say.
Seriously, can’t you see my headphones are on? Shut up. No offense, but I really don’t care.
Those annoying little pricks that just make judgements about everything without having a valid argument.
It’s so much more difficult living with yourself knowing how many calories you consumed without burning them, the constant counting, restriction, exercise, binging, purging, self harm/hate… you find it disgusting and pathetic, but in reality this is what helps us anorexics/bulimics feel beautiful. I can’t even go to bed knowing I ate over 150 calories. How screwed is that?
It really makes me sad when people are racist. We’re all human beings, why can’t we all just live in peace?