February 2012
My left arm hurts like hell. I think I’ve hurt myself today and now I’m getting the back fire.
Les osti d’images de message de pseudo espoir du genre “les vrais hommes s’intéressent a votre coeur, pas la taille de vos jeans” and whatever c’est de la grosse criss de bullshit.
Un osti de mensonge.
LIES.
Point final.
Pis sa marche aussi pour les femmes.
Same fucking thing.
That’s all.
Reblog if you've ever been bullied.
Let’s see how many notes this will get.
Dear internet,
… The next person who gonna tell me to “take on me” will win a kick off the day light of him/fer.
Without love,
me.
Go on Anonymous and tell me one thing you've been...
reblog if i'm allowed to go to your ask box and be...
Everyone chooses someone over me.
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
Story of my love life.
