Proud To Say The Line "i Know This Pretty Scene Girl" Applies To Me Because I Do In Fact Know A Pretty

You still sit in front of me in English class, and it kills me a little bit more every time I have to watch you read out loud. Passage by passage, word by word sentence by sentence.

I feel used.

I feel ashamed.

You meant so much to me yet you threw me away like I was disposable. Like I was garbage. Maybe that is all I am to you. Was it for the money? Was it because I let you use my cell phone? Was it because I made you look less pathetic in comparison? Ten fucking years and 5 calls to CPS yet once the summer ended it was like I didn't exist anymore. So yeah, sit with your annoying friends and complain about how shitty your life is. I for one, know about the lies, the exaggerations, the manipulations. Just last year you had practically convinced me that every little inconvenience was my fault.

Enjoy your friends, enjoy being popular, enjoy not having me around, the only person who didn't just have you around because of pity. I wish I could tell you right now just how I feel. I try not to cry about it but the tears run down my cheeks regardless. You were my best friend, my sister, my everything, but I was nothing. You used me up until I was nothing left, treated me like my depression and anxiety were nothing to you and wouldn't even apologize. Everytime I just wanted a second to myself you'd cry and make me feel bad like the child you are. I hope you feel this right now, the pain I feel every day because of you. Part of me still misses you, I'll see something funny on the Internet and wonder what you'd think. I'll draw a picture or write a song and wonder if you'd be proud of me.

Go fuck yourself.

Help save me from cancer

Hi everyone. My name is Danielle and i have terminal cancer. About 2 years ago, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer and went through gruelling chemotherapy and radiation to overcome it, but I didn't overcome it. Fast forward two years later, and doctors are saying it's the end of the road in terms of treatment options.

My cousin and I did some research and we found a doctor willing to give us a second opinion in the United States. This doctor works at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City. We live in Ontario, Canada so it's quite the trip. We would need money for travel, accommodation, food, etc. In order to garner the funds, I've started a YouTube channel to try and monetize, I wanted to make it free for everyone to help. Please SHARE everywhere.

Topics of the channel

- Rants and education on cancer

- Taylor Swift

- my chemical romance

Here's my channel link:

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Rants Bout Cancer

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Here’s my latest video (please watch/comment/like)

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what has my Tumblr even become??

"I'm a top" "I'm a bottom" ALRIGHT?!!!! well the amount of pills I'm taking counteracts the booze I'm drinking?!!! And this vanity I'm breaking helps me live my life like this?!!!!

im CACKLING

yea

kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity

if u do like any of these pls friend me (im desperate)

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(sry for so many tags)

I love how fucking gay this book is

ITS BIG TIDDY TORO TUESDAY EVERYONE!

i love when nudity is portrayed as purity rather than filth