Maybe I’m just having one of those days, not days, MOMENTS, but right now I feel extremely insecure. Like, to the point where I nearly deleted my Facebook because I felt too ugly to have a picture, to the point where I deleted every picture of myself on my computer, and to the point where I’m about to just stop trying to even look nice because I feel like I look like I’m trying to hard and ugly either way. I’m really just not happy with the way that I look. I’m not one of those pretty girls, and you know what, it fucking sucks. It sucks having to see so many prettier people around you, none of them having any reason to feel insecure at all. I know people tell me that I’m pretty and everything, but I just don’t see it. My skin is too pale. My face is too round. My lips are too small. My teeth are too ugly. My smile is too awkward. My nose is too big. My eyebrows are too weird. My shoulders are too broad. My arms are too big. My boobs are too small. My stomach is too chubby. My thighs are too big.

I like the feeling of having a crush and I also hate the feeling of it. Whenever I have a crush on someone, I end up obsessing over them. It’s stupid isn’t it? I get high hopes thinking they will like me back, by the way they act towards me and then,I get all happy and jumpy. But, that all turns back to the opposite when they ignore you or even do something that is so stupid. Like, flirting with another girl or even worse. Flirting with your friend, and all you want to do is slap them in the face and forget about them. It hurts liking someone.

• food
• good pictures of you on facebook
• and male attention 

When people are like “haven’t seen you in ages, should do something sometime” and I just “awh yeah we’ll have to meet up sometime” and on the inside i’m just dying like, “no we haven’t seen each other cause you’re a fucking cunt.”

(Source: deluxurie)

• Girl: Here’s my boyfriend! Isn’t he hot?!
• Friend: Yeah, but you know what else is hot?
• Girl: What?
• Friend: Food.

(Source: deluxurie)

No one cares about the love of your life of this week. No one cares how many nails you broke. No one cares that you’re getting your hair done. No one cares you only had celery today. 

You’re all a disgrace to my gender.