And Listening To The Greatest Song On Repeat.

A boy from my class looked at me and said to me in the eyes: “why do you wear so much jewelry and makeup? Why do you wear such clothes? Its stupid really, you look like you stole clothes from my grandma. If you think any boys find it attractive youre really naive, you look like a cunt. No one will date you if you keep looking like this.”

I looked him dead in the eye and told him that no woman alive would ever get all dressed up for an idiot like him and that hes really a fool if he thinks this will get him girls.

Male loneliness epidemic? As if, men are just too lazy to learn manners.

I get babied all the time and noone respects me, my privacy doesnt exist and i cant fight back, my feelings dont matter cause i overreact and idiots will be everywhere so i must get through it, i do everything and still everyone expects more from me.

Oh how i hate being the youngest daughter…

pe and teenage boys are my biggest enemies i fear

Im starting to believe that love is a non-existent concept created by artists so their art has more depth in them and is seen by many people.

Or maybe i just cant imagine myself deserving to be loved.

Or maybe it is both.

Im so jealous of people who are able to find a partner so easily and get approached by people. Ive never had anyone take a serious interest in me before.

Just today a guy came to me and said “youre so pretty i might throw a chair at you” and started laughing stupidly with his group of friends (im not joking, he actually said that)

Or one time my friend forced me to go out with a boy that seemed quite nice but a week later he got back together with his ex.

And parties oh god… i had to watch my friends getting approached by guys the whole time while i just stood in the back waiting if someone would come to me.

Wth, why do you just go and ruin someones day? What do i do so wrong that nobody actually liked me romantically? Am i so unlovable??

What the fuck am i supposed to do when dad shouts at me that i need to change and mom shouts at me to accept myself

My relationship with my curly hair is the definition of enemies to lovers

Ive been called both loud and quiet, pretty and ugly, smart and dumb, weird, nice, selfish, mature and immature, cold and warm hearted, empathetic and mean.

I have no idea who i am at all, because in my mind im none and all at once.