Well I don’t know who I am anymore. Hearing so many things about me in one day really broke me. And to hear it from your family is so much worse to know what they actually think of you and how they see you. Am I really a whore to you? Am I such a nasty bitch to you? Am I really that fat to you? You always tell me I’m always mad or sad well it’s cause of you. Every time I go into the kitchen to get food you always have to say a joke right? Why do you always tell me shit when I don’t do anything wrong to you. Why does my family always decide to tell me shit? You constally tell me you hate me an I dont matter to anyone. I take most of it a a joke but I know you guys really mean it. You alway hit me and push me around and when I say something back you guys getall mad and start to tell me shit. Do you really have p embarrass me infront of my friends and do you really have to go and tell your friends? Cause of you guys i hate who I’ve become.
Pretty sure you've always wanted to see me naked.. Well.. I'm feeling pretty adventurous today so go to datelink3[dot]com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username 'lolsummer69'. I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck.
Uh no i dont want to see you naked, but thanks for offering!(:
Eww urz a nasty hoe, From ur blog i can tell i dont like you. Stupid hoe. ur one of those emo girlz i hate those bitchz. Who are all thoze ppl on your lovez of your life there stupid cause no one lovez u, hoe.
Uh do i even know you? and thanks i know im a hoe!(:
“When I’m working on a problem, I never think about beauty. I think only how to solve the problem. But when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.”—R. Buckminster Fuller (via livejamie)