i hate liars.

i really do.

i wish i can pull a gun to everyone that lies straight to my face.

there would be a total of two people that i will know of living. and they aren’t even people they are animals.

fuck.

i wish i didn’t have such small boobs. :c maybe my prom dress would have fit me better. sigh

I wrote this….no one understands, and it doesn’t seem like anyone will either.

In their eyes:

She’s different.

She’s unique.

She’s outgoing.

She wants to see everyone smile.

She hates no one.

She loves everyone.

Everyone loves her.

She always has the biggest smile on her face.

In her world:

She tried to be like everyone else.

She tries not to be mean.

She just says the truth.

She wants everyone to smile, so no one can see her pain.

She’s afraid of what people think.

She’s scared of people hating her.

She smiles to hide the tears.

trust:

whenever someone flirts with me or says they like me i can never take them
seriously and i think they’re pulling a joke or me or something

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