I’m bored with my friends. Bored with my life. Bored with my job.
Nothing is enough for me. Not even myself.
I am not loveable. I’m miserable. My misery definitely seems to want company for some strange reason.
I think I’m meant to be alone.
despite all my rage i am still just a girl in a room
(via judgejudyofficial)
I don’t think I’ll ever truly fall in love with myself. It comes in waves & it seems very conditional so even when I feel like I just might, it never lasts.
I wonder if that’s the type of love I give to people, too.
I dont think some of my friends think I’m pretty. I’m not sure if this is bad though.
But I noticed they hype each other up more. Post about each other & let’s really face it, girls like to show off their pretty friends ya know?
It’s okay I guess.
“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”— unknown (via hatin)
(via embracemay)
“this isn’t a competition you guys”
-me in last place
(via hotboyproblems)