Remember when we were 11 years old? And we...
And now that we’re teenagers, what were we thinking back then? Some of us put makeup on every morning, hoping that that one boy will notice us. We listen to our IPods so loudly to block out the world and all the drama. We’re sick of our cell phones and Facebooks. We turn off our phones. And log off of Facebook. Because we don’t want to talk to anyone. We can’t stand our friends & want to be...
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I hate you. HATE. Strong word is called for circumstances like these. You dont even realise how miserable you make me. Cry cry cry every fucking night. You dont deserve the things you think you do, taking them all for granted and treating me like dirt. I take comfort in the fact that you’ll never, ever, read this. Project slap the bitch i think so.
When someone wakes me up:
mynameisbronson asked: this is ellen humphries right?
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I hate being the ugly friend.