Am I really that fat? Am I really that disgusting to look at? This is the most confident I’ve felt in a while (I honestly don’t know why), and I know I shouldn’t care about what other people think, and I don’t, but it’s just like.. really? It’s getting to me. And not on some healthy/motivating, I want to go to the gym thing. No. But some I want to stop eating and just be anorexic thing.
I just feel like crying non-stop.
Helping Genesis pack/move out her house and back to New York……not. Let me just stand here and take a picture of myself while they do all the work.
I really want to go to a real prom.
I’m going to sleep.
(via thatshitshray)
If it weren’t for my big ass boobs. My old prom dress would prob still fit me :’(
Obsessed with the new snake ring my mom gave me. Best thing about it? It’s real gold.
Haven’t felt this depressed in years.
